Whoever the vocalist is, he's got a mean bark. Every screech sounds painful and venomous. The aesthetic of this album is very strange; It's so dissonant and swirling. Everything seems to drift, float, and get lost in some weird dimension where standard chords and rhythms don't exist. The dissonance is so abundant that it becomes a third character within the context of the listening experience and adds a peculiar kind of darkness to the record that darker than thou metal bands just can't replicate, regardless of their Satan speak. Once again, black metal remains a genre that does its best to confound, repulse and repel listeners, but we keep coming back for more: misanthropes.
Favorite track: The Eye Looks Through The Veils Of Unconsciousness.