Funeral returns solo, but keeps the ultra-barbaric metal assault of Gravewürm intact. Shades of old Sodom and the mighty Hellhammer run through this album like swords through Christians. Crude power-chord riffs that are as infectious as e. coli (and twice as destructive) with Funeral's grim death bark force you to bang your head and worship Satan. If you have the first album, it's more of the same and gloriously so. If you don't have the first album, get both it and this one or be branded 'geigh' for the rest of your pathetic life.

© 2003 lord vic