The sound-manipulated painscapes of Wold are the proof for which black metal was merely the promise. (After all, even the most vicious black metal still just sounds like some dudes in a room playing music.) This is savagery as sound, or vicey-versey. Wold de(con)structs black metal into a robodemoniac thrum, at least as much Masonna as Mayhem, and really more flat-out fucked psychosis than anything else. Sick thing is, there’re all these weirdly majestic melodies wriggling around (way, WAY) under all that sizzle, so the shit’s gonna stick in your teeth.This is not just beyond black metal; fuck, this is pretty much beyond music. And I’m not just being a dick when I tell you that you’re not ready for it. Like the first time you heard Miles Davis or Glenn Branca, your brain and ears are not gonna be able to connect all those dots. To be honest, I’m not sure I’m ready for it myself.
But it’s here.
