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| \ | _ | __| | | STORE: 00-00-2008 RELEASE: 12-30-2016 |
| \ | / | __/| | | GENRE: Black Metal |
| \___|__/| | | | | | BiTRATE: 964 kbps Avg 44.1kHz 2 channels |
| | ----|___|___|--|_________|- ENCODER: FLAC v1.3.1 |
| | LABEL: Bubonic Doom |
| | LANGUAGE: English |
| | SiZE: 323.5MB |
| | FiLES: 4 Files |
| | URL: http://tinyurl.com/hchwowy |
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| | [ #] [.TRACK.TITLE]....................................[...TiME..]|
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| | [01]...[.Writhing, Collapsed Flesh [..18:14..]|
| | [02]...[.Veins Of Death And Hunger [..10:34..]|
| | [03]...[.Decay [.. 4:28..]|
| | [04]...[.Enveloped In A Diseased Abyss [..10:45..]|
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| | [44:01 min]|
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| | From time to time, you find an artist who, by his (or her) own |
| | distorted and perverted worldview, completely reinvents the way to |
| | do things. Such an artist is Plague, who seems to consistently |
| | pervert even his own style of music, drawing from what he does (he |
| | has a distinct and undeniable style) yet recreating it in a way |
| | that is decidedly new. He seems to take the approach that music is |
| | not something to be enjoyed, but suffered. Here is no exception. I |
| | am reminded of Sir Christopher Wren's epitaph: "Si Monumentum |
| | Requiris, Circumspice". Although, in light of the absolutely |
| | oppressive presence of death with which this album is saturated, I |
| | would say, "Si monumentum requiris, introspice in mentem tuam ipse" |
| | (that is, if you seek His monument, cast a look within). |
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| | First and foremost, this music is absolutely decrepit. It moves |
| | slowly, like waves of putrefaction weaving a tapestry in honor of |
| | the "eternal worm". The guitars are tuned so low and ominous that |
| | their rumble can only herald the opening of the Abyss. Yet in their |
| | lethargy is a frantic, claustrophobic intensity that crushes the |
| | listener beneath the weight of his own worthlessness. A reviewer |
| | before me compared the leads to "vultures" that "circle |
| | overhead...awaiting the listener's death", and that is an apt |
| | description, as this entire release boils down to that ultimate |
| | end: Death. It is the cry of Plague to be that Hand which works the |
| | will of Death, devouring the world and everything in it to fade |
| | into a darkness from which not even the light of memory can escape. |
| | (Indeed, on the title track, he says, "Cast this world and my |
| | existence therein into the waiting tendrils of the abyss, that no |
| | light or life might escape." Truly, listener, there is no escape.) |
| | The riffs meander almost aimlessly (here, reminiscent of Triphane, |
| | in an odd way), slithering like the Devourer until you are bound |
| | eternally. In addition, there are noises here that can only be |
| | likened to a type of machinery, pressing on and on and crushing |
| | everything in its path. |
| | |
| | Next is the vocals. And goddamn. They are at times shrill, at |
| | others low and gutteral, and at all times completely inhuman, |
| | possessed, and terrifying. In "Writhing, Collapsed Flesh" is a wall |
| | of heavily layered vocals trading back and forth their triumphant |
| | death-tongues, building up and building up like a spell or |
| | conjuration until the song's culmination. He cries: "Consume me, |
| | consume me, destroy all inside and use me, and make my every breath |
| | like the beating wings of countless locusts, singing of the end." |
| | And we rest in what we think is respite, but where the intensity of |
| | this song mellows, the ferocity of the next picks up, leaving no |
| | room for gasping breath. |
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| | The second song, "Veins of Death and Hunger", is quicker in rhythm |
| | than the rest of the album, but in an unsettling and |
| | characteristically frantic manner. Musically, it is crushing, the |
| | guitars low and heavy, pummeling the listener into submission. The |
| | vocal interaction and delivery is just demonic. The only way to |
| | describe *how* Plague can manage this is his pure and unadulterated |
| | devotion to what shades "swirl as a storm about me." And to add to |
| | everything is the lyrics (this stands for the entire album, as |
| | well): shrieking of dark angels and veins on the backs of the dead, |
| | and using their tongues to awake the Dragon. Half-way through the |
| | song is a break into a guitar part that could possibly, under |
| | different circumstance, be "beautiful", were it not for the fact |
| | that whatever possesses Plague has completely perverted his mode of |
| | expression. The clean guitar is rendered decrepit, warbling around |
| | uncomfortably and building into the ending segment of the song, |
| | which maintains a more "melodic" (if it be lawful to call it such) |
| | yet still decayed and rotting presence. |
| | |
| | The third song, "Decay", is what one might call our only reprieve. |
| | Yet it is far from that. The dissonance and harsh noise create the |
| | atmosphere of a crypt and whatever inhuman remains lay buried |
| | there. It is the shortest of the four songs, but do not allow its |
| | brevity to be considered something that would detract from its |
| | quality. It is necessary, the last breath before the extinction |
| | that is the title track. |
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| | "Enveloped in a Diseased Abyss" is an understatement. This track |
| | gives no warning, but plunges the listener and what little humanity |
| | he has retained up to this point into that void where darkness |
| | shall "plunge itself into the minds of men, destroying all hope |
| | with fear and crowning itself their king." It is slow, the burial |
| | march, deceptive in that you hope to savor your last bit of life, |
| | yet poisoning it with torture and fear. And then the song picks up, |
| | double-time. It is like being herded into the slaughterhouse, that |
| | quickening of pace. It continues and continues and doesn't let up, |
| | all the while you are beaten on all sides by the hideous riffs, |
| | relentless. We are bound by two things whose experience we shall |
| | never retain in memory: birth and death. And here we are made to |
| | curse our birth in light of our impending death. Yet what a |
| | beautiful death! The lyrics, in their destructive depravity, |
| | coalesce upon (or beneath or through) the music and vocals paint |
| | the picture of eradication from the eyes of demons and the ones |
| | they possess, leaving us craving our own destruction and the |
| | destruction of others for the glory of Satan. Plague shrieks, "I |
| | see Lucifer crowned King", and we can only bow our heads and bend |
| | our knees in submission, seeing then the darkness from his point of |
| | view: the Darkness into which the question is asked, "Whose face |
| | shall I see but Yours?" |
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| | This release is perfect. It is painful, it is harsh, it is |
| | abrasive, and it is NOT something to be enjoyed. It is really |
| | hardly music in any conventional sense of the term, and stands as a |
| | testament to a perverse genius. Listening to anything by Plague is |
| | like standing in a giant Gothic cathedral. You cannot help but |
| | stand in fear and awe and the massiveness of the thing, and ponder |
| | how inconsequential life really is when standing in the shadow of |
| | such monuments. Cast a look within. You will be forever changed. |
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