Fundamental premise, to avoid misunderstandings, this type of reviews is based on reflections of albums to which I am VERY attached, whether they are metal/rock/jazz/pop/soul. I don't need to indulge in philosophical musings just to justify the objective validity of a work. If music were objective, it wouldn't make sense to listen to it and enjoy the wonder of sound that can give changing sensations to different people. Consequently, it will be a brief review.
Obscura represents the pinnacle of Gorguts, the mechanically monumental fresco of a genius mind called Luc Lemay. An extraordinarily perfect album, which had been conceived long before, but no one dared to grant Gorguts the chance to record such a marvel.
"Obscura" represents hell no longer seen through chaotic and irrational visions, but through a series of highly intricate musical gears. The listener gets lost in the face of such mechanically conceived complexity, while Lemay's dissonant voice unsettles the listener. After an hour and two minutes of listening, one is left in a "Sweet Silence," a disturbing snapshot of our twisted psyche, while the pulsations at the end leave the poor listener at the mercy of time and death.
Absolutely limping and scratchy riffs are accompanied by extreme, precise, and never boring drumming.
Obscura can appeal only to lovers of hallucinatory and confused music, but despite the sound being anything but light, it’s by no means certain that a CD of this type will appeal to those seeking exclusively violent music.