Wandering through Debaser's reviews, I stumbled upon this "writing" (is it a review?) by 'master' metal Tepes, whom I would now describe as 'master' brutalico, and I must honestly admit that I have been truly "metallized" or "brutalized" by this story, I would say 50% positively and 50% negatively.
Of course, you can't make heads or tails of the record, but I don't really care; it's not my genre. At times the "writing" is also entertaining, but at times it is exaggerated with a series of terms that are frankly in poor taste. Personally, however, you have improved a lot as a reviewer.
As for the cover, I would say it is truly and unquestionably "horrific," designed solely to catch the eye of potential buyers. I still remember (many years ago, when perhaps MM wasn’t even able to blow his nose) that there were two photographers capable of "creating" stunning black-and-white photographs using mannequins, and they were real masterpieces, unlike this one that leaves me perfectly indifferent after a glance.
Obviously, the "minds" behind all this know very well how to "fish" (the famous big fish ...aup...aup) the listener still uncertain about the music genre. They know exactly how the "conscious" part of the brain works, representable as a little boat on a sea, and the "subconscious" part, representable as all the meters of depth of the sea below the little boat.
Despite everything, the "review" is at times also amusing, but I don't feel like rating it, so I’ll abstain like in condominium meetings.
The series of jokes about today-yesterday-tomorrow is memorable, almost like that from "Spaceballs" regarding the passage of time when they use the video cassette. In certain aspects, the "vulgar" terminology used for the "writing" is inversely proportional to its charm.
I definitely prefer the Tepes of now, that is, now.
Infinitely regressive regards.
