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Menthell - 90%

todesengel89, June 11th, 2012

Dubbing themselves Nuklear Rock 'n' Roll, Poland's Iblis this year releases their debut full length album, Menthell. The band's quirky logo and album artwork all point towards a record that promises to be fun and entertaining at the same time, while remaining somewhat psychedelic, and stands apart from the typical blasphemous themes that their fellow countrymen tend to indulge themselves in.

While album opener White Claudia starts off with a fairly typical Norwegian black metal-inspired riff, it doesn't take long before the band presents listeners with their unique style of metal, and this is most evident through the vocal delivery, atypical of the usual shrieks that one would expect from a black metal band. Rather, vocalist Zgred utilises a wide range of vocal styles to relate the emotions and insanity that is in the music to the listener, ranging from tortured shrieks and cries to clean singing, and those that are used as background sounds are particularly haunting, sending chills down the listener's spine. These are consistently present as the album progresses, and pushes the limits of one's sanity as they really mess with the listener's head and focus.

Apart from the clean vocals that are usually used that contrasts with the black metal riffing, the avant-garde elements also come in the form of the sound effects that are used by the band throughout, creating a somewhat vertigo effect on the listener, like on White Claudia. The contrasting clean vocals and blasting black metal segments bring to mind bands like Blood Revolt who have also successfully executed such styles, though in a more extreme and aggressive war-metal fashion. In addition, 12 Sycamores see the band including some fun segments with the catchy rhythm of the music. There are even progressive elements that are spotted on the album, like on Poison in Your Food, with the time signature reminding one of the style that Opeth played on albums like Deliverance, only this time it's with a more black metal touch.

Furthermore, the lines of bassist Traktor are clearly heard throughout, and the instrument acts as a separate lead instrument on its own, rather than simply taking the back seat as a rhythmic instrument. His ability on the instrument are clear from the numerous ingenious licks that are inserted throughout the album, such as on the intro of 12 Sycamores, and is made even more impressionable with the punchy tone of the guitars, somewhat reminiscent of that of Meshuggah. To make the experience even more remarkable, the band's lyrical themes are also rather entertaining, with songs like Poison in Your Food and Don't Eat My Legs sounding rather tongue-in-cheek and displays the band's sense of humour.

With the metal industry being so saturated with bands of the various genres, having a band like Iblis is way overdue, and Menthell has certainly managed to stand apart from the rest of the black metal releases of late, and is an interesting and engaging album.


A centrifuge of calculated absurdity - 80%

autothrall, May 14th, 2012

Possessing one of the most unique styles I've encountered of late, Poland's Iblis come across like a demented cabal of asylum escapees in dire need of their medication. And I mean that only as a compliment, because the band's self-proclaimed 'Nuklear Rock'n'Roll' is an exercise in charismatic, schizophrenic vocals applied to blast beats, dense progressive black metal chugging flurries and rich, flowing bass lines which tie it all into this morass of semi-technical, expansive neurosis. Simultaneously cerebral, humorous and tortured, everything from the band's surrealistic cover artwork to their incredible logo to their frenzied musical mish-mash is deserving of attention well beyond the underground of their homeland.

To describe these vocals is no easy task, but if one combined the Gothic pinch of Into the Pandemonium era Tomas G. Warrior, the wavering forte and unnerving timbre of Jari 'Big Boss' (Root), and a pantheon of more conventional black metal snarlers, then you might begin to understand the acrobatic tongue of front man Zgred. He's all over this record, escalating into sheer insanity as he frolics through a track like "Don't Eat My Legs" (that's actually the song title) where he transforms from a gruff, blunt manliness into this totally fucked narrative of chaos in the bridge, counterpointing himself as if he were some quartet of male and female psychopaths. But his prowess is not the only innovative stamp on this record: the bass of 'Traktor' is insanely accomplished, bridging the gaps between metal, jazz, funk and progressive rock. The guitarist Borsuk flexes between dense, hyperactive black/thrash passages in the Norse tradition and ringing, spacious post-metal elements, and the drummer Szafot holds it all down, effortless pacing between blast beats and uncanny rock grooves.

I wouldn't define Iblis as 'avant-garde' as something like Arcturus, in which the metallic component has been almost entirely replaced by versatile genre hopping madness. Menthell certainly maintains an aggressive core, using the elements and funky exploitation of the bass lines as its primary vehicles towards eclectic variety. But the weird, almost conversational tone of the vocals in songs like "12 Sycamores" instantly creates an alien atmosphere to the proceedings, almost as if there were no vocals and your own brain were creating an internal, tormented monologue to accompany the rampant athletics of the music. Even the wacky whistling and ghostly tones in "Poison In Your Food". Not all the individual riffs stick to the conscience, but there are enough flying in your direction that you can listen through a number of times and remain engaged.

On my own first sit-through, I had feared that the actual eccentricity of the vocals in combination with the riffs was meant more as something shallow and silly to stand out, but repeated exposure proved this is not the case. There is a practiced rhythmic sensibility to everything going on here, as if someone were setting a metronome for a descent into the chaos of the subconscious, and as such "Menthell" is only too apt a title. I would certainly recommend this to fans of outsider extremity, but just understand that it comes with a certain subtext of dark, comic angst that flavors its agonizing depths.