The albums that hit you this hard are few and far between, but the Finnish trio give us another worthy entry.
…we are back and this time we are not going to make any discounts to our fuck off attitude to the shitty masses and their trends.
Without moonshine, nothing of these would be possible…hehehe…
The first three songs wrap together like fingers into a fist to strike with thought-provoking potency. If they were a single, it should have been nominated for a Juno or a Pulitzer.
If I were to have more children (I’m not), bits of the album would probably be embedded in their DNA.
Perhaps we could call this atmospheric OSDM, but the atmosphere is one of blackest horror.
With veins of droning terror running throughout, The Wretched Sermon is a riff-filled manifestation of brutality.
As I sit here and listen to this masterpiece a bazillionth time, I realize I still have no idea how to write about it, but as they say, I’m willing to give it the old college try.
The grooving rhythms will have you bopping your head while you wait for the bartender to pour you another. Interesting riffs keep the party going, while you find yourself singing along with Father W’s strong clear voice throughout. Dead End is a party you don’t want to miss!
Basically take parts of those two bands, a little hardcore, a little jazz, the dissonant sensibilities of Diskord or Replicant and you might be in the right wheelhouse.