I’ve made arguments in the past saying that if motivated enough a psychopath is perfectly capable of writing, recording, and releasing albums that sound full and complete enough to compete with bands of several members. The key word there is psychopath. That is especially apparent in this case. A Beacon in the Husk is a nightmare of swirling tremolo riffs and thunderous, volatile percussion. This is music born from a polluted mind and I’m so glad we still have this sort of voice in the world. This voice screams so loudly into the void that any right-minded person would immediately turn away in disgust. It’s unfortunate society forgot so long ago how to appreciate a divergent expression, how to watch the decay of something beautiful and revel in the knowledge of entropy. I hope this young man’s day job pays the bills well enough because there’s no way in hell he’s making any money from this project, outside of selling a handful of records to me and other dutiful metalheads striving to be as polluted.
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