Blasphemy
Fallen Angel of Doom
[Wild Rags]
From the heart of the Ross Bay cemetery,
our beloved desecrators put out an album that has become the MOST IMPORTANT
landmark in the history of underground metal. "Fallen Angel of Doom" is
Canadian Blasphemy's debut LP but it already sets them up on a level that
is defined as PURE CULT. Probably those newbies nowadays will never understand
(ahahaa, go on worship your crappy little Graveland-clones!!) but this
is the VERY ALBUM that educates the entire metal underground, be it death,
black, grind or crust. In those times like '89/'90 where the underground
scene (and its various crossovers department) are rich and abundant, this
album brings the band up high to the throne of legends. Even Trey Azagthoth
from Morbid Angel was a fan of this unholy masterpiece. So what's the catch
here? Gerry and company introduced an extreme direction to underground
metal that transcends far beyond the boundaries of the norm, by pushing
brutality far up to the apex that transforms into PURE PERVERSITY (which
is probably also a reflection to their human trash nature). The morbid
satanic obsessions and the SICK warmachine conjured up from the EXTREMELY
BRUTAL desecration of metal music made this one so special. A far cry from
their more primitive (but equally enjoyable) nature of their '89 demo days,
this unit have improved thrice-fold as proficient musicians. The tons of
technical details are thrown in the most chaotic and savage ways possible,
with the drummings powered up by a nuclear-like intensity and speed, while
the lead guitar works are the perfect symphonies of insane virtuosos. But
the most prominent identity of this band is the sick vomits here, which
throws up unintelligible messes all over the face of holiness. Many tracks
here are taken from the demo and improvised; classics like "Demoniac",
"Weltering in Blood" and the most revered Blasphemy anthem "Ritual". But
the highlight here goes to the closing track "The Desolate One", which
showcases all the talents conjured up from their drunken minds on this
cool piece of red vinyl. And now with almost a decade later, we hear something
about a reunion from these satanic skinheads (no politics attached especially
with a black guy in the unit...perhaps). Until then, the whole of the world
will still be drowning in the never ending snows of the Nordic winter wonderland
(or an escape into outer space)...
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