Debut album by these French black metal mafiosi-ministrants weaving trays of regurgitated nunnish vulvas as offerings selfishly shadowing various exquisite riff-ideas and peeks at macabre other souls' dreams imprisoned into audial impulses: Crafty hands that poked their own veins into cement very graciously unmask these blessings into the particularly malicious musical genre we all like to like so much. Tons of cunning parts and a sense for subtile playfulness make this weird-covered sombre soundtrack a true re-player. Not an every-day romance thou, at least after the first few "wow-that-was-awesome"-spins, still the thoughts "respect" and " this is a good idea/part" pop up here and there even when being "forced" to at a time when you feel like anything else than blackmetal. Great effort that,seems to me, really does not get that old with time. '75 up to 80's ; - at least one "honest" spin.
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