Something about the Latin, Philosophical influence mixed with the glitchy electronic elements in Amun's work gives me the illusion that there is a mad-tinkerer-automaton-god pulling the strings behind this album. Are Amun even human? Can anyone confirm they sleep and eat like the rest of us?...
Boiled In Bleach is the most intense in-your-face kind of shit that exists in the realm of metal. The closest thing I have to describe it in words is Hell. This isn't a band, this isnt music. This is the mouth of hell opening up and unleashing its pent up wrath.
Intense vocals, stratospheric riffs, wintery bells and chimes. This release feels like the pummeling force of a winter storm and it's driven by Grimas unobtainable atmosphere. There is sheer magic here and it implores me to wonder what other magics lie in the heart of Siberia. And lastly a song about the Leshy, this is an all time favorite almost immediately. Well Done.
