The experience is technically brain-boggling, but creates changing moods that can be dismal and deranged, insidiously poisonous, morbidly doom-stricken, psychotically hallucinatory, and viciously pummeling.
There are not many breaks in the full-throttle mayhem - it’s one maniacal, electrifying adventure after another. The soloing is crazed and cavorting, wailing and screaming.
The fretwork spews flurries of lunatic dissonance and shrieks of unhinged savagery. The drumwork bludgeons and scampers, seems to turn somersaults in the air, and detonates like megaton warheads. They are whirlwinds of constantly changing tempos and drum rhythms gravel-chewing but mercurial bass lines jittery, darting, seething fretwork and full-throated, serrated-edge bellows. Like that first excerpt from the album, the other five songs are densely packed with intricate movements and display fiery derangement. The clarity and power of the production reveal the mind-bending intricacy of the music in detail, but it takes more than one trip through this mad whirlwind to decipher more than fleeting glimpses of all the adventurous nuances. Rapidly veering, angular fretwork, thunderous drumming, plundering bass notes, and ferocious growls combine with rampantly skittering riffage and freakish, screaming solos to deliver a mind-warping, mentally destabilizing thrill ride. “Cranquiluria” creates a violent and hallucinatory atmosphere, blending sickening, dissonant melodies with bursts of savage chaos. If you’ve heard the first advance track from the album, you’ll have a good idea of what to expect. It’s as if the band, in the throes of a possession, succeeded in opening Pandora’s box, loosing upon the world, through the sounds of mutated death metal, a torrent of bat-winged and brazen evils, never to be sealed again. The music boils like an overheated cauldron of unchained creativity, un-tethered to trends and un-bowing to conventions. The ever-twisting-and-turning compositions are ecstatically exuberant and the performances technically bewildering. The six songs on Teufelsbücher are asylum dreams, hellish visions of menace and madness that also relentlessly challenge the listener’s own sanity. The stateliness and solemnity of those moments is at odds with nearly everything else that comes after, and yet its mystifying grandeur is in keeping with the magnificence of the insanity that soon ensues and never really relents until the grandiose and sorcerous extravaganza of “Necromancy and Torment” brings the album to a close.
At the beginning of Unaussprechlichen Kulten‘s new album Teufelsbücher we hear a haunting piano melody and the swell of symphonic strings.
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