This album is like its cover (to be observed in the smallest details): one of the most ingenious products churned out by the underground US Black Metal scene.
Wrest (the only member of the band) with the album in question gives a worthy successor to the much-acclaimed “The Tenth Sub Level of Suicide.”
The first track “What Fresh Hell” I believe can be a reliable summary of what you will hear later: a deliberately uncoordinated arpeggio without a reference tempo (never heard anything more miserable), followed by a classic slightly chaotic Black outburst interspersed with an ultra-compressed Thrash-Death riff, yet always brimming with paranoia and despair. In the last part, the album drops a bit in quality, due to the ample presence of atmospheric parts, but they are too repetitive and predictable.
Leviathan is not merely a depressive cross between Darkthrone and Burzum, it is something more, as confirmed by the albums released so far.
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