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It’s quite disturbing to hear a band of such great musicians that really know their way around their fretboard (or kit) and have an acute knowledge of how to write fantastic, flowing compositions can make such twisted, deranged and downright disturbing music. The lyrics and vocals say it best – the former being poetic odes of all that is vile and the latter being an inhuman and uniquely grotesque sounding bark with a bizarre pace and range that don’t really sound like anything else in death metal. Lord Worm really does but the rest of the scene to shame on this album.

But the other musicians are just as important, if not moreso. The riffset here is incredible, and it’s impossible to pick a highlight (okay, Phobophile is sort of like Cryptopsy’ Hammer Smashed Face but that’s song’s simply exceptionally good) as the album is so thoroughly consistant and never drops below high quality for a second. The shredding solos – normally only included as a release of tension, or occasionally to create atmosphere, are actually extremely memorable, on-point and important here, despite still sounding spastic and Kerry King-derived you can tell that every individual note was placed intentionally and the slightest change would change the whole vibe. And the drumming, as anyone who’s heard the name Flo Mournier knows, is awe-inspiring. It really does feel like he’s racing against the band half the time, and you’d expect him to fall out of time at any moment, but he never does. He really makes the kit come to life – I normally give drum machines a thumbs up as they can sometimes give a good, cold, cruel atmosphere to the dirtiest of dirty, grimey underground death metal demos, but I have to admit there’s no way a machine could ever match the aural assault on this album.