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Anaal Nathrakh - Endarkenment


 Anaal Nathrakh are known for a couple of things. Blisteringly misanthropic blackened deathgrind, and lyrics that have me reaching for my dictionary. I am happy to report (perhaps later than the rest of the metal world) that nothing has changed on Endarkenment.

This is, to be honest, the perfect soundtrack to my 2020, and maybe yours too. Nihilistic fury at the idiocy and brutal scorn for all of human weakness just seem to be so on message for the first plague year.

From the first riff and angry scream of "Endarkenment" you know you are in for a real treat here. In their spit-in-your-face way, the band take on every terrible internet know-it-all, every political finger-pointing idiot, every "but muh freedumbs" sociopathic loser without a thought for anyone or anything outside their own tiny pointless existence; and they start the album by taking them down, hard:

Take what small comfort there may be left
Seize what you love and damn all the rest
Panem, circenses, credulous descent
A Gadarene charge into endarkenment

 There is no slowing down after that blistering opening either. All 41 minutes of this album is all gas no brakes. The apocalyptic pulpit pounding does not let up for a single second. They reach into their industrial music bag of tricks to build melodies behind the razors and buzzsaws of their grinding foreground, and it pays off in spades.

The noble search over, no answers to find
We retreat to dust, ignoble, sublime
Nothing to reach for, the death of the mind
Fuck all salvation, the truth is a lie

 

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