The newest crepuscular offering from Naas Alcameth (AKHLYS, NIGHTBRINGER), “Gods Without Name” is the first descent into the twisted depths of a fresh creative entity, AORATOS, a “reflection of the eidola and egregore arisen from the liminal thresholds”.
Expanding far beyond the themes and sounds within AKHLYS, “Gods Without Name” probes ever further into the darkness found beyond the boundaries of the profane and waking world of man. A maelstrom of mesmerizing and nightmarish tremolo riffs, relentless drumming, and the ever-tortured howls of Naas Alcameth permeates this musical abyss, a piercing counterpoint to the undulating drone and dark ambient soundscapes found within.
Cold atmospheres and malevolent whispers of ecstatic dread bookend these horrific hymnals to “forbidden plots, barren fields, and haunted abodes”. Terrifying and occult, this is darkness given musical form in haunting, malefic Black Metal.
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"Then arose the Great Dragon with seven heads and ten horns, and the garden was made desolate"
"This is Leviathan, the crooked serpent"
This kind of badassery is all over the album. Together with an unforgiving storm of drumming and a torent of guitars makes for a great album.
The 3rd dark ambient track isn't really my cup of tea. But the rest of the album fills in that void. rizendoekie
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Deathspell Omega has been lauded for what seems like ages now however I didn't personally listen to them much at all until after this release, instead preferring to stick to more traditional "orthodox" BM..
Long story short I'm forever grateful to our Dark Lord that I decided to expand my horizons because this as well as every other album in DSO's catalog is an absolute masterpiece and every fan of extreme metal music(not just Black Metal) owes it to themselves to check them out.
The Furnaces of Palingenesia is stunningly innovative how it transforms what appears to be harsh disconnected noise into melodic beauty through weaving indecipherable and indistinguishable dissonant threads together into a tapestry of melodic perfection that checks all the right boxes and can only be described as art. Consequently, you'll discover that every subsequent listen will unearth new layers that you seemingly didn't hear before.
For the best experience, listen alone in a dark room with headphones (preferably light up a fat blunt) and give yourself up wholly to the music. Let the deeply malignant and yet blessedly euphoric aura of dissonance overtake your pathetic soul.
Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow man.
Amen. Matthew Kokinda