Mutiilation
Remains Of A Ruined, Dead, Cursed Soul
[Drakkar]
Yes, this is the end of the road for beloved, dear old Mutiilation, undoubtedly
one of the darkest hearted entities to ever rear its head in a black metal scene
that is fast growing stale, and here is the epitaph to remember these dark lieges
by.
Basically a collection of older material, including two tracks of the GODLY Vampires of Imperial Black Blood, this is a compilation of some of the rawest, most misanthropic, most chokingly unprocessed black art since Abruptum. Fiercely defiant in its under-produced and gloriously flat sound, the fact alone that Mutiilation was a card-carrying member of the Legiones Noires composing of Vlad Tepes, Belketre and Torgeist is enough to tell you that this is really not your average synth-brandishing, corpse-paint wearing black metal band. This is pure black war in the absolute, and I for one cannot heap enough accolade onto something so sincere and so unwavering in its purity.
For the uneducated ear, this will sound like nothing but poorly engineered, poorly executed and sloppy drivel, but to those who revel in imperial satanic art, hues of melancholia and baroque melody can be detected in between the unrelenting barbarity and tortured screams.
Necroticisms of a Darkthrone sort abound throughout the album , with the terrible production aiding in the creation of a truly desolate and empty atmosphere, complementing a Burzum-esque, trance inducing barrage of riffs that toss,turn and repeat themselves ceaselessly.
Perhaps a line can be drawn parallel to Mutiilation and the earliest Bathory, Sodom, Abruptum and second album Darkthrone, but that alone does not do them justice. Granted, this isn’t the most technical album in the realms of black metal, granted, this is *very* sloppy, but that never stopped Antaeus or Count Nosferatu, did it.
In the end, I only have one thing to say. There is one side you can pick on this issue: you can detract from its rawness and label it useless noise, or you can revel in its dark imperial art and support ideologically developed black metal. This is NOT for the devotees of happy, synth-lead noise. This is black war, and the ultimate paean to remember Mutiilation by. We’ll miss you, Meyhna’ch.
[10]
© 2000 equimanthorn
Basically a collection of older material, including two tracks of the GODLY Vampires of Imperial Black Blood, this is a compilation of some of the rawest, most misanthropic, most chokingly unprocessed black art since Abruptum. Fiercely defiant in its under-produced and gloriously flat sound, the fact alone that Mutiilation was a card-carrying member of the Legiones Noires composing of Vlad Tepes, Belketre and Torgeist is enough to tell you that this is really not your average synth-brandishing, corpse-paint wearing black metal band. This is pure black war in the absolute, and I for one cannot heap enough accolade onto something so sincere and so unwavering in its purity.
For the uneducated ear, this will sound like nothing but poorly engineered, poorly executed and sloppy drivel, but to those who revel in imperial satanic art, hues of melancholia and baroque melody can be detected in between the unrelenting barbarity and tortured screams.
Necroticisms of a Darkthrone sort abound throughout the album , with the terrible production aiding in the creation of a truly desolate and empty atmosphere, complementing a Burzum-esque, trance inducing barrage of riffs that toss,turn and repeat themselves ceaselessly.
Perhaps a line can be drawn parallel to Mutiilation and the earliest Bathory, Sodom, Abruptum and second album Darkthrone, but that alone does not do them justice. Granted, this isn’t the most technical album in the realms of black metal, granted, this is *very* sloppy, but that never stopped Antaeus or Count Nosferatu, did it.
In the end, I only have one thing to say. There is one side you can pick on this issue: you can detract from its rawness and label it useless noise, or you can revel in its dark imperial art and support ideologically developed black metal. This is NOT for the devotees of happy, synth-lead noise. This is black war, and the ultimate paean to remember Mutiilation by. We’ll miss you, Meyhna’ch.
[10]
© 2000 equimanthorn