Well, well, well... This record is a slow, ugly brick of sound. Six songs that melt together into one long grind-stoner riffs, dragging through sludge, then snapping with thrash and death edges when they feel like it. Nothing flashy, nothing clean. Just thick layers that keep piling until your speakers sound like they're full of wet concrete. The riffs are the main thing: low, mean, the kind that stick without being catchy in a pop way. They crawl, repeat just enough to hypnotize, then drop heavier without warning. Drums plod with this stubborn groove that makes you move even when you don't want to. Growls stay pissed and low, never going full pig-squeal or clean chorus bullshit. Themes of hubris and decay bleed through the tone more than the words - everything feels rotten from the inside. It's got that live-room stink from the Iceland studio - no studio tricks, just raw density that presses on you. The whole thing moves like a glacier picking up speed: starts oppressive, stays oppressive, ends with this massive echo that hangs around after you hit stop. It isn't perfect. Some parts loop too long if you're not drunk or tired enough to sink into it. Being the first album, they pull punches here and there - tease real violence but don't always swing for the kill. You can tell they're saving the knockout for later. Still hits hard enough to matter. I'd give it a firm 4 out of 5. Worth blasting when you need something to drown out the day. Reykjavík finally delivered a proper giant. Let it crush.
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Thanks to Grand Sounds PR.
