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A Wormwood sportin' good time. - 80%

doomknocker, September 28th, 2009

Sometimes you just need a little MARDUK to unclog the spiderwebbed corridors in the darkest parts of your head.

Sometimes you just need pure malevolent chaos, the Dante's tour of Hell on three shots of Five-Hour Energy, the hide-speed chase with Belial as your co-pilot to ensure musical doldrums temporarily become a thing of the past. After all, even the best of us can only take so much drudgery in extreme metal before the desire for decaptitation of the simplistically blasphemous kind should come to be. This is why we should all thank every dark lord in the lowest pits of the Nethearrealm for bands like MARDUK, whose two-dimensionality and all-out violent vulgarities are an ungod-send in times of metallic tedium. From speedball-esque neck-wreckers like "Panzer Division Marduk" and "Heaven Shall Burn..." to the slow, miasmic churning of "Dark Endless" and "La Grande Danse Macabre", there's something for anyone willing to devour depthless metal hellbent on the annihilation of your soul. Sometimes that's how it has to be.

And so we have "Wormwood"...

If there are three words that would best describe this piece of Satanically flavored beef jerky would have to be "BLACK FUCKING METAL". They just don't do it like they used to these days. And obviously MARDUK aren't ones to take the tried-and-true "mainstream" approach and instead opt for slicing the throats of priests and poseurs alike. DIMMU-inspired symphonic breakdowns be damned, for the dark side would truly prefer an incarnation of the violent, murderous kind. And "Wormwood" supplies their undivine hymns in a double-faced, Janus-style format; the fast, blast-beat monstrocites of "Nowhere, No-One, Nothing", "This Fleshy Void" and "Phospherous Redeemer", and the slower, RAMMSTEIN-like war marches of "Funeral Dawn" and "Into Utter Madness", where slashing guitars, thumping bass, and hammer-pounding drumwork come together in an unstoppable force of pure, wicked evil so dripping with shadowy black its dint is able to swallow your soul completely. But the more disturbing factor is the inhuman gurgling of Mortuus, proving to have one of the most original takes on black metal vocals and lyrics within the scene. Each scream pushes the listener one foor deeper into the fires of Hell, twisting and contorting lyrical features into an amorphous, incoherant sludge that was once human in approach. Such is the majesty of "BLACK FUCKING METAL".

So all in all this again proves to the metal world the unending fury of MARDUK. Disturbing, violent, chaotic, unfriendly...who could ask for anything more with their black metal? Hail Satan indeed...