Morbid Angel
Illud Divinum Insanus

Today I want to tell you about the most important musical event of 2011, which is the new demonic album by Morbid Angel forged directly in the flames of hell.

They've been dormant for eight long light years, but now they've returned from the beyond to claim their tribute of deciliters and deciliters of human blood. I'm sorry that on the album there isn’t Pete Sandokan, the murderous drummer of evil, playing the drums of the Apocalypse of John. He had problems with his stainless steel backbone, which surely were due to his long, grueling sessions at diabolic speeds with the other beastly members of the hellish machine of pain known as Morbid Angel!

In his place is the drum machine of darkness, which seems as if it were programmed by the evil one himself to possess our souls and damn them for eternity in the infernal flames, or another human drummer who, however, is very fast, though not like Pete, who is the fastest of them all. The other two forming the demonic trinity, Dave Vincenz and Trey Azahghthohrth, unlike Pete, are in full form, ready to brutally ravage and tear apart with their execution massacre and their bloodthirsty asylum criminal infernal sounds, the ears of ours and those of the people dearest to us.

The first song on the CD is Omni Potens, which is a Latin title meaning OMNIPOTENT in Italian, and it seems it was played by an orchestra of Romario's zombies possessed by the evil spirit of Mozart, scourged by sadistic devils thirsty for damned human blood.

Then the second song on the CD is as if you are going to Mount Sinai with radioactive atomic bombs and exploding them over the Tigris and Euphrates. Indeed, the hellish attack is a cardiac arrest with the guitars as precise as the scythe of the black death that reaps innocent victims to sacrifice to the lord of evil, and Vincenz's voice is filtered with the wicca witchcraft filters of darkness and screams like the unholy commoners on the way to Golgotha, and then the drum machine that is the Stunned Guys playing in the halls of the Third Reich, indeed it is called Too Extreme.

After that, they've put Existo Vulgoré, which is a super-fast piece like the images of people in a coma dying in American movies, and it even has a Latin title, but my teacher says it doesn’t mean anything, except she surely doesn't understand because she is overwhelmed by the dark infernal forces of evil.

And while we common mortal sinners writhe in the spasms of excruciating, maniacal, homicidal massacrative pain from the previous piece, then comes Blades of Baal, which is a killer piece as fast as Coulthard’s McLaren possessed by the damned soul of Ayrton Senna achieving pole position on the Acheron while running over all the Angels lined up at the finish line of eternal damnation.

Following, sung in unison by the entire choir of the damned in hell, there is I am Morbid, a song full of impiety that if I were a priest and heard it, I would throw myself from the six hundred sixty-sixth floor of the Tower of Babel, cursing like Ceccherini on Celebrity Island and shooting Pharisees with a gun.

But now I'll stop because otherwise, I'll spoil the surprise of the CD for you. In fact, this CD quickly became my favorite because I was immediately fascinated by the demonic and bloody atmosphere that can be breathed between the grooves of this hellish CD. I wanted to advise against the CD for those with weak hearts and minds because here seriously, folks, it's not a game. Even if it might not be said, it is full of intelligent and never banal content and lyrics, which are a characteristic of the entire metal genre.