Moonlore
The Spheres Beneath the Heavens
[Malicious]
Various individuals have mailed me in the past, stating "If a CD is
really awful, why even review it? You only make fun of it" or "You have
no right to treat such and such band like that, get a life". Well here's
a review for you complainers out there, since this is probably the worst
CD I've ever heard. Because of that, I will make fun of it. As for my
reasons: it would be unfair for anyone to put down ANY amount of money
for sludge like this. Fuck you Moonlore.
Somebody mentioned that these wastes of life released a great demo, so I
decided to pick this release up. "It must be quite impressive to be
licensed to Malicious Records and signed to Avantgarde" I said to
myself. "With so many popular labels fighting over this band, they must
be pure genius" I squealed like a little school girl before placing the
CD into the player. Oh how I was wrong. Please don't buy this CD.
This ranks up there with such bands as Stryper, having to look at Poison
band pictures, or even Metallica's style change into their "Load" album.
If this CD were to get up and march in a parade, it would be a gay pride
one. If the Village People had never existed, then the homosexual
community would have no trouble finding a ton of theme songs on this CD.
I've actually only listened to this for a few minutes, since I just
can't stomach it. I assume they are trying to pull off some
"atmospheric, ambient, gothic black metal" here, but who the fuck would
actually listen long enough to find out? Have you ever heard a young
child say "Mother, if god exists, then why does he kill babies and
kittens". After taking this out of my player I thought to myself "if
the gods of metal exist, why do they allow bands like this into the
scene?".
Besides utterly defecating on anything having to do with metal, they
also finish the album off in a grand fashion. No, they don't just pull
of an outro, they top it off with a techno track. Yes, a FUCKING TECHNO
TRACK. Mainstream, "let's go to the club and look like a bunch of
fucking idiots in our giant sunglasses and bright orange shirts" techno.
What a miserable, insulting joke.
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