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THE REVIEW
"The Principle Of Evil Made Flesh" is not just an EP, it is a gateway to Darkness.
Those who do not wish to be led beyond the point of no return on the path of damnation should avoid these funereal melodies. From the moment the icy, silvery notes pierce your flesh, you will never be the same again.
The deadly symphonies that alternate inhuman screams with unsettling keyboard passages (The Black Goddess Rises), that combine the devastating fury of a demonic drum with decadent guitar solos (Summer's Dying Fast), that unite the violence of black metal with sweet scenes of depraved eroticism (The Forest Whispers My Name) make this album "The Beginning of Evil".
The lyrics, beautifully perverse, exalt the macabre ensemble, surrounded by the terrifying instrumental pieces "Iscariot" and "One Final Graven Kiss"... thirteen pieces of mortuary delight at the modest price of your soul... may the Darkness protect you...
"Oh, I crave for you... You so pure and other-worldly with your scent of winter... am I to bleed myself dry to see your delight?"
P.S.: I would like to know the opinion of Coppino (the reviewer of "Midian")
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This review praises Cradle Of Filth's debut album as a seminal work in extreme metal. It highlights the album's blend of chilling melodies, intense black metal fury, and haunting symphonic elements. The lyrical themes and musical execution are described as macabre and captivating. The reviewer regards the album as a profound gateway into darkness.Tracklist Lyrics Videos
Cradle of Filth
English extreme metal band formed in 1991, led by vocalist Dani Filth, known for theatrical imagery and a blend of symphonic, gothic and black metal elements.40 Reviews
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By Nightmetaller
"Probably the most sincere and original of the band, an absolute masterpiece that founded a genre."
"The album is rich in all the most significant elements of Cradle: piercing screaming, female spoken parts, and an important rhythm section."
By Lord.Galamoth
Cradle of Filth suck. It is not an idea or a theory, but an unyielding, monumental certainty.
Because black metal is, above all, emotion, and in this CD, there is no trace of it.
By Starblazer
The final result is a new subgenre of the metallic universe: Filth Metal.
"The Forest Whispers My Name" is an immortal masterpiece that will forever remain in the annals of metal history.
