The morose guitar riffs, the extravagant transitions, and shrieking vocal performances prove that black metal doesn’t always need to adhere to traditional standards.
The track is both grief stricken and rage filled at the horrors of humankind. It’s an absolute gut punch, full of the darkness of the decay of modern society.
Ghafur channels his inner prog and gives us a single more reminiscent of Voivod than anything else.
Though each band clearly has their own style, the whole is as cohesive as it is crushing, exquisite as it is eviscerating.
The album is sometimes spastic, and rarely sits still long, even in the slower parts. And yet it all flows so well together.
Through a kaleidoscopic filter of electronic doom and mayhem, he explores the dark side of life.
The reality is that it draws you into a trance with it’s droning rhythms, building tension and beauty slowly, Ghafur revealing more of this monster with each bile filled invective.
Through the entire history of ZK, Ghafur has walked his own path. In the eyes (ears and mind, as well) of this writer, that has served him well.
A strong ambient blur brings you into a reminiscent period where for a split second you can duplicate the complexity of emotions and feelings you gave birth to while being in the center of life, light, and love.