Opus of the Wretched

I’m am about to use a word. This word has been over-used and improperly used for a long time, almost to the point that its original meaning has been lost. The word I am referring to is extreme. This is truly the only word that is fitting enough to describe what Omichron has accomplished with Opus of the Wretched. Their music has been pushed to points of extremity. A certain level that, when achieved, you can never return from. Very much akin to the same musical path that bands such as Cryptopsy or Anata have taken. This CD is loaded with guitar and bass riffs of a confusing nature and psychosis inducing speed, dispensed in copious and disorienting amounts. The drums are laid out in such a way so as to continue the focused obsession of royally fucking the boundaries of musicality in the ass while completely standing alone as its own entity to which you can pay sole attention to and never be deficient in gratification. Not that you need to be a mathematician to understand or enjoy this. The real benefit of this CD is that it’s encumbered with multitudes of bashing, muscle tissue-tearing, head banging passages. The vocals are quite possibly some of the most ravenous and life consuming as you are likely to hear anywhere in the metal world. These voicings dive low and continue low. Picture the worst automobile accident you’ve ever witnessed: it’s vocal vehicular manslaughter. This is the outlook for death metal. Omichron has seen the path of the future and has raced down it in a way that will cause you to gnash your teeth to powder. All in all its a fucker of an CD.