Quite some years ago when I spent more time reading metal reviews I found an author going under the pseudonym of Scarlet, and her particular writings were completely unique in the sense that she did not waste time explaining to death the sound and characteristics of each track or comparing it to other bands. She wrote in a very proselike and eloquent manner that injected creative thought and metaphorical references to the album she was talking about. This changed the way i perceived metal journalism, and made me realize that reviews are already biased and quite objective but when trying to analyze the music, it removes some of the inherit mystery or often pre-conceived expectations and cancels out the experience of a pure listen. I continue to write such reviews in this way, not to advocate the listener to fully align themselves with my own ideas but in an attempt to create some kind of textual atmosphere around the band. I also came to see that most will rather read a review of a band they are already into, and try to relate in some way. So i’m going to shed some black speech on the latest Archgoat offering, of which it truly is a copious dose.
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In the most pitch dark partitions of my night i met with the strange voices of the Adversarial spirit Archgoat, spiked with crested horns and wrapped in chains, with black fur, it enticed me to enter it’s unholy sanctum of perversity and death worship where wild orgies were being held on a blasphemic altar, the ‘Blessed Vulva’, at the center of horrid satanic admiration. An arcane miasma lingered inside the malevolent catacombs of where the absence of any conventional architecture was present. The great goat lord and ‘Penetrator of the Second Temple’ lurked as the chaotic order giver amongst wild archaic banshees. Held in a blood sacrament to the mighty ruler was his bestial wife and ‘Goddess of the Abyss of Graves’. Christ last rites had been stolen by the feral creatures, and rituals undertaken with summoned vacuous energy from below the earth. A crucifixion of all idols and hope became prevalent as you live through a permanent ‘Day Of Clouds’. Surrounding the monolithic temple, the mountains were upheaved from their foundations and molten lava flowed destroying everything around creating the beaten ‘Passage of Millennial Darkness’ and forced it’s inhabitants to exist in morbid consciousness for eternity.
Well, if you found some kind of sick enjoyment with the last Archgoat albums. Or your mind is already fucked up by extreme black and death metal, this is not a band you would have to worry about changing their sound. It’s cavernous and bestial in it’s most fine and hellish form. And it would serve to satisfy your hunger until the new album is out. Make sure to have this at full volume for a proper listen and try not to desecrate a graveyard while ensuing… or do.
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