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Number : UT15 ▓███ ███▓ Street Date : 2008-00-00 ▓███ ███▓ Rip Date : 2020-00-00 ▓███ ███▓ Encoder : LAME 3.100 -V0 ▓███ ███▓ Quality : 277kbps / 44.1KHz / Joint Stereo ▓███ ███▓ Tracks : 4 ▓███ ███▓ Playtime : 00:44:01 (91.65MB) ▓███ ███▓ URL : http://www.google.com ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓█▄▄ ▄▄█▓███ ███████▓███▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄███▓███████ ██▀▀▀▀███▓████ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▀ ▄▄▄ ▀ ▄▄▄▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ███ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ █████▓███▀▀▀▀██ █ ▓▓▓▓ ███████▄▄ █ ▄ █ █ █ █ █ ▄▄▄ █▄▀ █ ███ █ ▀▄▄▄ ▄ █ ▄▄████████ ▓▓▓▓ █ █ ▓▓▓▓ █████████ █ █ █ ▀▀▄ █▀▀▀█ ▀▄▄▄▄ █ ▀▄ █▄▄▄▄ █ ▄▄▄▄▀ █ █ ██████████ ▓▓▓▓ █ ██▄▄▄▄███▓██████▄▄▄█▄▄▄█▄▄▄▄▄█▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄██▄▄▄███████▓███▄▄▄▄██ ████████▀▀▀ ▀▀▀████████ ███▓▀ ▀▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ 01 Writhing, Collapsed Flesh 18:14 ▓███ ███▓ 02 Veins Of Death And Hunger 10:34 ▓███ ███▓ 03 Decay 4:28 ▓███ ███▓ 04 Enveloped In A Diseased Abyss 10:45 ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ 44:01 min ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓█▄▄ ▄▄█▓███ ███████▓███▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄███▓███████ ██▀▀▀▀███▓█████ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄ █████████████ ▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▀█████▓███▀▀▀▀██ █ ▓▓▓▓ ████████ █ █ █▄▄ ▄ █ █████ ▄▄▄▄▄ █ █ █ ▄ █ █ █ ▄ █ ████████ ▓▓▓▓ █ █ ▓▓▓▓ ████████ █ ▀▀▄ █▄▄▄▄ █▄▄▄▄ █▄▄▄▄▄▄▄█ █ █ █ █ █▀▀▀ ▀▄▄▄▀ ████████ ▓▓▓▓ █ ██▄▄▄▄███▓█████▄▄▄█▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄█████████▄▄▄▄▄█▄▄▄▄▄████▄▄▄▄▄██████▓███▄▄▄▄██ ████████▀▀▀ ▀▀▀████████ ███▓▀ ▀▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ From time to time, you find an artist who, by his (or her) own ▓███ ███▓ distorted and perverted worldview, completely reinvents the way to ▓███ ███▓ do things. Such an artist is Plague, who seems to consistently ▓███ ███▓ pervert even his own style of music, drawing from what he does (he ▓███ ███▓ has a distinct and undeniable style) yet recreating it in a way ▓███ ███▓ that is decidedly new. He seems to take the approach that music is ▓███ ███▓ not something to be enjoyed, but suffered. Here is no exception. I ▓███ ███▓ am reminded of Sir Christopher Wren's epitaph: "Si Monumentum ▓███ ███▓ Requiris, Circumspice". Although, in light of the absolutely ▓███ ███▓ oppressive presence of death with which this album is saturated, I ▓███ ███▓ would say, "Si monumentum requiris, introspice in mentem tuam ipse" ▓███ ███▓ (that is, if you seek His monument, cast a look within). ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ First and foremost, this music is absolutely decrepit. It moves ▓███ ███▓ slowly, like waves of putrefaction weaving a tapestry in honor of ▓███ ███▓ the "eternal worm". The guitars are tuned so low and ominous that ▓███ ███▓ their rumble can only herald the opening of the Abyss. Yet in their ▓███ ███▓ lethargy is a frantic, claustrophobic intensity that crushes the ▓███ ███▓ listener beneath the weight of his own worthlessness. A reviewer ▓███ ███▓ before me compared the leads to "vultures" that "circle ▓███ ███▓ overhead...awaiting the listener's death", and that is an apt ▓███ ███▓ description, as this entire release boils down to that ultimate ▓███ ███▓ end: Death. It is the cry of Plague to be that Hand which works the ▓███ ███▓ will of Death, devouring the world and everything in it to fade ▓███ ███▓ into a darkness from which not even the light of memory can escape. ▓███ ███▓ (Indeed, on the title track, he says, "Cast this world and my ▓███ ███▓ existence therein into the waiting tendrils of the abyss, that no ▓███ ███▓ light or life might escape." Truly, listener, there is no escape.) ▓███ ███▓ The riffs meander almost aimlessly (here, reminiscent of Triphane, ▓███ ███▓ in an odd way), slithering like the Devourer until you are bound ▓███ ███▓ eternally. In addition, there are noises here that can only be ▓███ ███▓ likened to a type of machinery, pressing on and on and crushing ▓███ ███▓ everything in its path. ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ Next is the vocals. And goddamn. They are at times shrill, at ▓███ ███▓ others low and gutteral, and at all times completely inhuman, ▓███ ███▓ possessed, and terrifying. In "Writhing, Collapsed Flesh" is a wall ▓███ ███▓ of heavily layered vocals trading back and forth their triumphant ▓███ ███▓ death-tongues, building up and building up like a spell or ▓███ ███▓ conjuration until the song's culmination. He cries: "Consume me, ▓███ ███▓ consume me, destroy all inside and use me, and make my every breath ▓███ ███▓ like the beating wings of countless locusts, singing of the end." ▓███ ███▓ And we rest in what we think is respite, but where the intensity of ▓███ ███▓ this song mellows, the ferocity of the next picks up, leaving no ▓███ ███▓ room for gasping breath. ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ The second song, "Veins of Death and Hunger", is quicker in rhythm ▓███ ███▓ than the rest of the album, but in an unsettling and ▓███ ███▓ characteristically frantic manner. Musically, it is crushing, the ▓███ ███▓ guitars low and heavy, pummeling the listener into submission. The ▓███ ███▓ vocal interaction and delivery is just demonic. The only way to ▓███ ███▓ describe *how* Plague can manage this is his pure and unadulterated ▓███ ███▓ devotion to what shades "swirl as a storm about me." And to add to ▓███ ███▓ everything is the lyrics (this stands for the entire album, as ▓███ ███▓ well): shrieking of dark angels and veins on the backs of the dead, ▓███ ███▓ and using their tongues to awake the Dragon. Half-way through the ▓███ ███▓ song is a break into a guitar part that could possibly, under ▓███ ███▓ different circumstance, be "beautiful", were it not for the fact ▓███ ███▓ that whatever possesses Plague has completely perverted his mode of ▓███ ███▓ expression. The clean guitar is rendered decrepit, warbling around ▓███ ███▓ uncomfortably and building into the ending segment of the song, ▓███ ███▓ which maintains a more "melodic" (if it be lawful to call it such) ▓███ ███▓ yet still decayed and rotting presence. ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ The third song, "Decay", is what one might call our only reprieve. ▓███ ███▓ Yet it is far from that. The dissonance and harsh noise create the ▓███ ███▓ atmosphere of a crypt and whatever inhuman remains lay buried ▓███ ███▓ there. It is the shortest of the four songs, but do not allow its ▓███ ███▓ brevity to be considered something that would detract from its ▓███ ███▓ quality. It is necessary, the last breath before the extinction ▓███ ███▓ that is the title track. ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ "Enveloped in a Diseased Abyss" is an understatement. This track ▓███ ███▓ gives no warning, but plunges the listener and what little humanity ▓███ ███▓ he has retained up to this point into that void where darkness ▓███ ███▓ shall "plunge itself into the minds of men, destroying all hope ▓███ ███▓ with fear and crowning itself their king." It is slow, the burial ▓███ ███▓ march, deceptive in that you hope to savor your last bit of life, ▓███ ███▓ yet poisoning it with torture and fear. And then the song picks up, ▓███ ███▓ double-time. It is like being herded into the slaughterhouse, that ▓███ ███▓ quickening of pace. It continues and continues and doesn't let up, ▓███ ███▓ all the while you are beaten on all sides by the hideous riffs, ▓███ ███▓ relentless. We are bound by two things whose experience we shall ▓███ ███▓ never retain in memory: birth and death. And here we are made to ▓███ ███▓ curse our birth in light of our impending death. Yet what a ▓███ ███▓ beautiful death! The lyrics, in their destructive depravity, ▓███ ███▓ coalesce upon (or beneath or through) the music and vocals paint ▓███ ███▓ the picture of eradication from the eyes of demons and the ones ▓███ ███▓ they possess, leaving us craving our own destruction and the ▓███ ███▓ destruction of others for the glory of Satan. Plague shrieks, "I ▓███ ███▓ see Lucifer crowned King", and we can only bow our heads and bend ▓███ ███▓ our knees in submission, seeing then the darkness from his point of ▓███ ███▓ view: the Darkness into which the question is asked, "Whose face ▓███ ███▓ shall I see but Yours?" ▓███ ███▓ ▓███ ███▓ This release is perfect. It is painful, it is harsh, it is ▓███ ███▓ abrasive, and it is NOT something to be enjoyed. It is really ▓███ ███▓ hardly music in any conventional sense of the term, and stands as a ▓███ ███▓ testament to a perverse genius. Listening to anything by Plague is ▓███ ███▓ like standing in a giant Gothic cathedral. You cannot help but ▓███ ███▓ stand in fear and awe and the massiveness of the thing, and ponder ▓███ ███▓ how inconsequential life really is when standing in the shadow of ▓███ ███▓ such monuments. Cast a look within. 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