A creaking, creepy, primeval atmosphere, like being deep in the unexplored depths of some hellish tropical forest. There is a curious sense that there is movement around you, things constantly on the go and yet you remain huddled between enormous tree roots, hidden in the undergrowth. Such was Murmet, a nice track. Magnum Opus a lighter but more complex composition, the movement becoming more inherent to the listener. A more shared flow of sound manipulation. Some parts reminding me of early Tangerine Dream, sort of Rubicon area. Again, a very ancient feel throughout, like a tribute to old gods.
As far as fallen angels are concerned, they are everywhere and this is a superb soundtrack to their legacy. They did what God said, they went forth and multiplied and the results speak for themselves. A very nice track that holds a certain level of transcendence betwixt the perforated veil between here and there. The Nephilim makes a foray into an historical magnificence of justification of conscience. And, reverently so it feels. Few can attest for their own birthright. Mystical Chasm certainly has the depth and respectfully resounds to the innards of our terror firma. It manages to give the impression of exploring an abysmal space.
Abaddon captures a wide expanse of a place, and the wandering dead roam aimlessly, or even worse purposefully, looking for an apocryphal light bringer. Sounds guide you like a blind man reading braille, there is no turning back. Rely on Belial on getting you there, or if some of the heretical among us are onto to something, we are already in the precession of processing of souls. This is the next step down and there's no 'up' at all. As in, from hereon, things are only going to get worse. Hence, the falling, except this apparent soft landing is of a carnal nature, a crush of bodies going through the proverbial grinder of differentiation and sorting of categories. Abaddon rules the roost, whether as a place or an entity, or somewhere fluctuating in between perceptions beyond our sane comprehension. The mountains of madness call you and you have to crawl through a malodorous pit of death and destruction to get to the relative sanctity of hell anyway. A wonderful album of dark soundscaping.
▼
