The skill of harnessing dissonance is lost on most people, but as time goes by, as recording technology advances, as the arms race that is death metal proceeds, I watch in gleeful horror as albums like this are created. Antikatastaseis by Abyssal is this year’s height of dissonance, a winding nightmare of aural abuse. Why on earth would an album like this be appealing? For the simple reason that the hunger for sensation can be an addiction and beauty is only one component of being. Give me the ugly bits too, the rusted, razor sharp edges that cut deeply and leave scars.
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