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Rating: The Polish band Decapitated comes to delight us with this truly bone-crushing album! I should state that we certainly don't find innovation for the genre here, the five (until recently four) unleash such a power and great anger that they contribute to making this record anything but overlooked.
Another difference between them and the mass of extreme bands is that the guitarist manages to strike perfectly with his riffs, and the solos are well embedded in the sonic mayhem. The beginning is chilling with a small intro of a few seconds that unleashes "The Fury", which I think is the most fitting song of the entire release. The other songs hold their ground and manage to keep the listener's attention throughout the CD, leading up to the concluding "The Empty Throne"... a repetitive and hypnotic boulder.
Frantic rhythms and double bass drumming sowing panic! This "The Negation" is truly good, played and produced excellently. Of course, step forward all of you who hammer your ears every day.
Brutal souls, serve yourselves!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Sensual Sickness (04:05)
Blind is the euphoria of the crowd
Staring at themselves from inside
And observing the succeeding patterns
Of the world that spirals downwards.
I sense! Tangible phantasm
It causes human pride to swell anew.
Come on! To touch, maybe catch.
Fever of senses stimulates animal brain.
And to those of you who scream that they know
Keep roaming in your dance
Singing of truth and happiness
Quelling the misty vision of end
07 Long-Desired Dementia (03:21)
Absorbing, feeling and desiring
You fade away spewing their words up.
Rise to fall, lie to last.
Look! Nothing is opening it's arms:
Tangle of urges overflows
Staining every gesture and moment.
Raise your head and grasp that jest.
Anti-god lurks in non-existence.
Mute words of those who know
Distort the mouths of deranged fools into a sneer.
No war will be! No revolution!
The punishment is equal.
Perfectly cold-no bond with this comedy.
Another urges from outside change nothing.
Hideous, complete in itself tangle of desires
And millions of hands stretched out
Towards the swallowing void.
No cry-long desired dementia.
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