All the peaks and valleys of a mirror stressed to the breaking point. What reflects in the shards seems to vary. Is my pirouette slashing at approaching enemies or inner demons? Arm yourself appropriately with this record. Then, face the glass.
Another band forged by the heat of "Liege of Inveracity". This isn't idle worship. The album displays how well it understands Suffocation's gaps. There are fretwork sections and blasts with a power that reflect the more mature writing Hobbs/Cerrito and Smith. Mature doesn't mean less brutal.
A sound far ahead of its time. A recording budget just low enough for it to balance feeling pristine and primal. Further evidence of their genius? If nothing else, a fun death thrash historical document.
