Here is what Mike Browning, former drummer of Morbid Angel and Nocturnus, says about this record he played on, in an interview:
"So, let's get one thing straight right away: "Abominations Of Desolation" was recorded in 1986 under contract with Goreque Records, and it was the first real contract for Morbid Angel, therefore the first actual full-length. It was never a demo until Trey Azagthoth decided to write on Morbid Angel's official site that it was a demo, which is a lie! Also, Sterling didn't play bass on "Abominations...," because the bass lines were played by John Ortega. Sterling replaced Ortega after the recordings of "Abominations...". So that's another incorrect fact among those posted on Morbid Angel's site by Trey. Trey is trying to change history to suit his needs, but he's just making himself look stupid in public if he thinks people believe these lies."
Morbid Angel started with this demo also known as "Scream For Blasphemies" from which some songs were already recorded on this album released in 1991 and recorded in 1986, a work that has always been the band's compositional reserve, the pantry where lacking inspiration goes to draw nourishment to complete the first two albums. In fact, all the songs on this platter, except for "Demon Seed", have been re-recorded by the band and catapulted onto subsequent albums, starting from the debut "Altars Of Madness" up to "Formulas Fatal To The Flesh". David Vincent was involved as a producer in this little project, who later became bassist and singer for Morbid Angel themselves, who will do a better job on "World Downfall" by Terrorizer, naturally supported by Scott Burns.
In "Abominations Of Desolation" the approximation of the sounds reigns supreme, with a cumbersome mix that completely obscures the bass, leaving the guitar to fill the ears, where the drums, still tied to the proto-death stylistics of the time, goes to complete a sound that recalls a weary thrash metal, a kind of slow-motion vision of Sepultura in "Morbid Visions", of Possessed in "Seven Churches", passing through Celtic Frost in "Morbid Tales" with little incisiveness in the fast parts. The blast beats that Sandoval would intelligently use in years to come are not present yet, nor is the piercing speed of thrash, but a drumming often similar to what Six Feet Under will adopt starting from "Maximum Violence", accompanied by Browning's voice, which is not a pure and hard growl but a sort of wheezing exhalation produced by a witch with bronchitis, indeed reminiscent of certain scenes from "House 4". The songs appear in better form on subsequent albums, except for the rhythmic "Angel Of Disease", always furrowed by Trey Azaghtoth's solos which lead to exhaustion. But this time we don't complain: the rhythm is swift and the singing very aggressive, strengthened by the good old cascading rolls amid a sound reminiscent of a frantic race in an ambulance.
Killer songs, still in an embryonic state, already capture attention like "Chapel of Ghouls" ("Ghouls attack the church/crush the holy priest...") which is always crude and effective, swift but not too much, with Browning and Azagthoth almost stealing each other's space, although it must be admitted that the album's limit, aside from the inadequate production, is the insistent use of solos that Trey throws in throughout the tracks, such as in "Demon Seed" or in the already classic "Lord Of All Fevers And Plague"("...ia iak sakkakh iak sakkakth/Ia shaxul/I call forth the god Pazuzu/I call forth the lord of plague"), where the troublesome demon Pazuzu, star in Friedkin's "The Exorcist", returns to the scene, set in a nice speed scenario and preceded by the opening of the infernal door. "Welcome To Hell" is also nice (which will become "Evil Spells" in "Altars Of Madness"), calm in rhythm, accelerating in the chorus with well-calibrated vocals that repeat "Welcome To Hell" and then off with solos. "Unholy Blasphemies" and "Abominations" are just tasty appetizers for the much heavier and well-played versions on "Blessed Are The Sick"
Today this record seems more like a curiosity than a valid episode of extreme heavy metal, however, this old sound has the merit of evoking, distant, distant civilizations from the clamor of modern life, castles in darkness, woods full of spirits, although it is not a sufficient reason to ignite the fuse of a full-bodied and articulated death metal. All this doom magma will instead be condensed in the instrumental episode "Doomsday Celebration", taken from "Blessed Are The Sick". "Abominations Of Desolation" is the first and only Morbid Angel vinyl I bought in 1991 without knowing there were other more deserving products nearby, and one of the few with a lot of dust on it.
Tracklist and Lyrics
04 Azagthoth (05:50)
[Re-released on Blessed Are The Sick CD as "The Ancient Ones"]
[Lyrics & Music - Azagthoth]
Locked deep beyond the gate
Lost within the stars
Realm of ancient ones
Malignant ones
Against the light
Power of the blackened sky
Hateful spawn "We are the chasm depths"
Come forth ancient ones, Tiamat Kutulu
Rise, greed the cursed with your wrath
My enemies are yours
Twist their minds with your spells
Crush their souls
With your infernal grasp
A scorn from the Absu
Kutulu snaps his jaws
Cauldron burns and receives
Crushing the voice of the tyrants
Raise the horns in blasphemy
[Repeat 2nd verse]
[Repeat 2nd verse]
[Repeat 2nd verse]
[Repeat 3rd verse]
[Repeat 2nd verse]
07 Abominations (04:20)
Churning sea of Absu
Place of weeping death
Tiamat, dark serpent
Lord of the morbid priests
Enraged with hate for god
The priests of chaos chant
From the book of the worm
They burn the symbols of christ
We spit on the virgin lamb
And mock the words he spoke
His ways not worthy of me
We choose to burn in the pits of hell
Wreakers of death and havoc
Inflicting never ending pain
Sing the words of emptiness
Formulas of death
Call the queens of hell
And the god of the dead
The sea of Absu rolls
Rising spirit of Nar-Marratuk!!!
Bow down before the master
And pray the defeat of God Dog
Prayer of the ensnarers
Blind fiends of chaos rule
Rise up o powers of the sea
In the name of Absu I call
Come and carry my curse
To the ones who me disgust
May they burn in my cauldron
For they are as molten wax
So made it be
Liars in wait, priests of the night
Make images to burn by the moon
Robbing the spirit, raping god's law
Send up our hate to burn heavens gate
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