From deep within the swirling mad vortex that calls itself Italian Black Metal, Necromass mixes in some primitive death and doom sounds with their typically melodramatic hate opera. The over-the-top foppery of most Italian metal is subdued here, replaced with a cool restraint that makes the wilder moments that much more potent. Much of the album grooves along at a nice mid-tempo gallop, punctuated by twin leads and unpredictable mood swings. Vocalist Charles Blasphemy (what a name) growls with gusto as well, more in the style of the Swedish death scene than the typical second-wave tortured wail. Another forgotten treasure from the underworld, brought to you with nothing but contempt and malice.
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