What can I really say about this album? First of all its an honest to goddamn masterpiece, second of all I have no idea what makes it so unbelievably great. The common consent seems to be that the bass is phenomenal, but the bass playing alone is but a single cog in a great machine of awesomeness.
Seldom have I heard an album that is simultaneously so catchy, yet so unmemorable. I've spun this slab of wonder innumerable times since I first discovered it, without being any closer to realising why it keeps pulling me back into its warm bosom, like a new born yearning to suck at the teat.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that what previously was seen as a competent, but un-noteworthy, band has honed that competence to a point that competence has morphed into mastery, and what the album is hawking is merely a wide array of different elements done to near perfection and assembled in a manner both aesthetically pleasing in the extreme, yet somehow smoothed out with a rolling pin to the point that its beauty is like that of woman that looks simply stunning without any make-up on. Pardon the mixed metaphors. If this assessment seems baffling, I urge you to go check it out to see what I’m trying to communicate.
And if you do catch my drift, you should obviously go wallow in the album’s many rewards as well. [Metalblade]
- Bogi Bjarnason
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