This sense of being pounded with a brick in your face does not end until you either put off the album or manage to make it to the final track.
This album is just filled with so many great moments and while the writing manages to respect the time-honoured tradition of Candlemass’s well-known sound, the band really brings something new to the table with this release.
The unbridled melancholy pouring from each individual note swirls together to forge a blizzard of biting anguish, though amidst the relentless gales, moments of sunlight manage to break through.
Astronoid mixes aggression with ambience to make metal you can breathe.
Blue Öyster Cult was wrong; you should fear the reaper.
It’s Bullhead, bitch.
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