As the realization of blasphemous evil continues, its stench, a befouling smell of utter disgust spreads like a disease through even more bands, and the latest beast that I’ve encountered is the Chilean band of brigands, Wrathprayer, another group that bore a great big hole in my ear that I’m not likely to forget easily. This tenebrous trio attach together the carnal bestiality of Pseudogod, Blasphemy and Teitanblood with elements borrowed from some of the more intricate groups in the current scene such as Mitochondrion, or Portal, and with a dose of encompassing heft, Wrathprayer form their own ultimate sound, a distinct gathering of all the raging blasphemy going on before them. I really have to give ‘’Nuclear War Now!’’ productions my thanks for such an amazing row of albums, spewed forth before us over and over until our ears can’t bear the surpassing level of semi-technical evil hinted in the suffocating columns of blackened death metal. It is indeed great pleasure and great joy to see such hordes gathering together before they sacrifice us unto the perilous flames of hate, and it is indeed a magnificent sight to see the dark-crimson flames of the ritual fire flicker and wave and disperse, right before the Sun Of Moloch sets upon us with its scathing rays of light.
I’ll admit, that was a little too poetic of me, but when the food in your mouth is THAT good, there’s really nothing you can do but brag about it. Since you’ve got a general idea of what this sounds like, I’ll lend you some hints about the whirlwind of riffs that go on below a hate-laden malevolent scourge. The guitar tone is totally copious and bulky, only marginally different from some of the bands I mentioned above, but still vigorous and absolutely skull-shattering, robust enough to churn out seven horror driven psalms of angered blasphemy. Of course, the atmosphere is as thick and dense as possible, and if the riffs had been a little more intricate and complex, then this would have easily been a suitable replacement for an upcoming portal album. And still, without supreme levels of intricacy the dark old school death metal tremolo textures are always adorned with a deep impulse of black metal savagery and rawness, which creates a tangible aura of black and death which will appeal to fans of both genres. ‘’The Sun Of Moloch’’ is garrulous when it comes to riffs. The bountiful plethora of riffs never cease efficiency or accuracy, although they usually slither and rub against the listener’s ears rather than directly diving at them, you get one step closer to the irresistible evil of the music each song, and since heft equals of oppression and more vivacity equals more tantalization in ‘’The Sun Of Moloch’’, by the end of the record, your brain cells will be soaking wet with sweat, your arms tenebrous from pain, and you yourself will be suffering, smothered by utterly powerful evil.
The album can fit a few seconds of horror ambiences into most songs, which sort of acts like a front appetizer that prepares you for the main, traumatizing impact, and I guess these ambiences are cryptic enough to scare of your grandmother and your little sister, but the real disturbance occurred when I first heard the final track, ‘’Prayer II’’, something that I admittedly listened many a time, aghast with fear. The subtle, eerie comings and goings of the vocals always embrace the abysmal atmosphere even more, the drums are surprisingly audible and surprisingly balanced (especially since it’s generally not easy to hear them over such inundating riffs), and the overall quality of the riffs is simply stellar, as Wrathprayer have expanded their style by adding queer nuances into the already beloved fashion of black/death. It’s not wholly original, that’s blatant, but it’s one of the best black/death executions of the year, and certainly a mandatory experience for all those who adore Proclamation, Teitanblood, Portal, Antediluvian and the like.
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The Sun Of Moloch