The untempered bile associated with any and all screw-loose conspiracy theorists permeates this sprawling composition that takes the best elements of Meshuggah, subtracts the worst (ie Jens Kidman's vocals), and extrapolates their already formidable melodic and experimental components onto a much bigger canvas.
Using F. Thordendal's signature Confessor gone Alpine riff modalities as a base around which alien motifs oscillate, an air of soaring Reptilian bombast is established; to which snarled wraithen rasps are added as spice.
Morgan Agren's drumming holds down the jagged groove when necessary, but is just as likely to convulse into a trance of ghost notes and flagellated abstraction (eg the ballsout athleticism of Tathagata). All in all, an awesome display of Apocalyptic-Free-Jazz-Cyber-Jam-Metal.
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