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Rating: Pure and malignant musical/conceptual schizophrenia animates the deeds of these four proud and elitist champions of Albion extreme metal.
In circulation for over a decade now, Jason Mendonca and his associates can boast not less than five full-length albums, each more psychopathic, satanic, and sexist than the last, all flavored with an intellectual and noble attitude, avoiding unnecessary poses and ridiculous face painting.
Today, I’d like to consider the album that, more than any other in their discography, in my opinion, presents itself as an anomalous blend of balances on the brink of musical madness: "Choronzon" (also known as "the demon of dispersion" identified with the Guardian of the Abyss, whose number is 333).
The unsuspecting listener who inserts this masterpiece into their CD player will be literally dragged into a parallel universe made of Enochian occult practices and Lovecraftian references seasoned with blind and bloodthirsty fury, sick and consciously evil to the core.
From a strictly musical point of view, we are faced with an incredible blend of genres and styles, never assembled chaotically or casually: black metal, brutal death, dark and gothic rock influences, electronica, interludes worthy of Dead Can Dance, chilling samples from clearly necromantic sessions (see the opener "Praise the Name of Satan"), all evoked by the dominant figure of frontman and guitarist Jason Mendonca (capable of switching from a rotten growl like Suffocation, to the classic Norwegian black scream, to moments where he shows an extraordinary interpretative passion when he chooses to sing clean and thunderous) and by the frenzied and epileptic drumming of the faithful David Gray.
Now, if one decides to dissect the individual songs, you will notice how the brutal components are not particularly original, and neither are the black ones, but it is astonishing how our depraved artists can switch from one to the other without any decline or weakness: moreover, they have the ability to wisely add their own grain (and here there's originality to spare) creating breaks and atmospheres sometimes terrifying, pure horror, other times delirious and simultaneously dreamy (almost romantic).
In short, a mad musical kaleidoscope (embellished with a boundless myriad of riffs, tempo changes, structure, and a remarkable amount of individual technique) from which emerge the already mentioned opener "Praise the Name of Satan", the single "Leviathan" from which a juicy fetish video was drawn, "Son of the Morning" and the concluding and operatic "Goddess flesh".
For refined tastes and strong stomachs.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Enraptured by Evil (04:06)
Beast of revelation
Tool of desecration
Take flight on leather wings
It is he that wields the black flame
Tell your king
That we come for him
I curse the cross and trinity
As the beasts have allowed me
To personify their Goat Lord God
The honour is mine
Coming for your son
To drink his fucking blood
And humiliate the corpse
Black messiah
I dedicate the blood to Beezlebuth
Lord of rebirth and evil
you must open the way inside
For Satan
Sacrifice to the princes
Of the watchtowers
Who opens the way
Speaking the secret name of God
Who dissipates the barrier
Between shadows that dance
In the candlelight
Whispering tongues unheard of
With language like warm rain
Without compunction
Entranced enraptured
In the heat of lust
Coming for your son
To drink his fucking blood
And humiliate the corpse
09 Scapegoat (04:13)
Rancid lord of pestilence
Belial- supreme avenger
Devour those bereft of sight
To see the way of Satan
Foulness of Bethlehem
My prodigious appetite
For perversion and sin
Revel in the carnal joy
Celebrate female pleasure
In the name of Asmodeus
She will dance for my delight
Take flight on wings of lust
Entranced by slender limbs
And heavy breasts
Desire is absolute
Honour my Baphomet
And sigils unholy
For they remind you of me
When I am gone away
Like the last moth of winter
That hides to cheat death
The sweetest pleasures beckon
You must devate the self
Listen to inner voices
Despicable choices
There are those content
Just to play with the bodies of the dead
The flesh is the life
To you and I
Ave Satanus
Rege Satanus
Eastern angel
I must learn to breathe without you
As I descend alone
To the bottomless pit
The flesh is the life
To you and I
Ave Satanus
HAIL SATAN
10 Son of the Morning (05:32)
Bear witness to my testimony
The things that I have done- Unforgiveable
The prayers of a hundred priests
Could not save my soul
Like the son of the morning
Boasting a multitude of sins
Struck down from the mountain of God
Whispering to me
Through cracks in the wall
Cracks in my sanity
You only know that which I choose to show
I stand at the endge of the precipise
Wondering whether to step
There is no path of righteousness
There is only Satan
Strange angel
Why do you come here
How art thou fallen from Heaven
To the uttermost parts of the pit
The cherubim and seraphim of Lucifer
[Solo- P.S.]
Indulge in the rites of profanity
Sink to depths of depravity
Defilement and penetration
In the sanctum of the monarch
Saliva on soft thighs
Outstretched wings
Semen across lips
Hooves steeped in blood
Insatiable
Incorrigible
The adversary- father of death
Craves adoration
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