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Sigh...

urileo | west coast | 01/09/2004

(5 out of 5 stars)

"I picked up this little collection of northern misery on a rainy dark day, when it was cold out, and dogs were chasing me... friendly dogs who wanted to play, but the point is the attmosphere of that day was pretty much what this album puts to music. I felt a little guilty buying this, what with being in my late twenties, and so mature and cultured- 'over' morbid extreme music like this... but one look at the packaging, Kvarforth all sliced up in the tub(he's just a walking party aint he?) and Hellhammer, who used to be in Mayhem, who I used to like back in the day- and I shelled out the cash.
Well, I got the most morbid and depressing cd I'd ever heard, kind of a mix between Burzum, Thorns and Bethlehem. It's actually really well written and thought out music you get here- in fact this is sort of a masterpiece, if you like very very dark extreme, cold, cruel dark black music. If you don't already know who those bands are, you'll probably hate this. Ever lost a lot of blood? Well if you have you know that the weird rhythms of the body become audible. That's what the percussion sounds like. The vocals are like a cancer victim in a 19th century insane asylum, in winter, gargling the blood of his mom, who just stopped by to drop off some scones... yes, it's that dark. Very good production here as well. The writing is controlled, understated and the musicianship masterful, for this kind of music. I think I ended up listening to this too much- is it healthy to LIKE this? Yeah, it is. Like how a walk in the snow at night lets you know what you are... utterly alone in the universe, the stars and galaxies gradually moving away from each other, so that by the time man is able to travel space, we will be too far away... earth, in its ruined state... No tigers, no pandas, no sturgeon... poisoned fields, corporate controlled ineptitude, post collapse culture, Bruce Almighty part 2, George W. Bush's son president, your dog will die, you are getting old and ugly, and so is your wife, and you will never be able to afford your kids' education...you'll loose you job which you hate and divorce, loose all your assets, get hit by an uninsured driver and become a cripple, eventually trying to end your misery by hanging yourself, but it gets botched and you end up with brain damage from oxygen defficiency... and you end up on the street in some god forsaken Canadian city like Regina or Halifax in winter. oh, the horror... but on your ten year old diskman, you'll have Shining to keep you company while you fall asleep in the snow.
sigh."