I have always had a bit of a weird relationship to Krallice. They are a band I am supposed to like. After all, I pretty much make everyone I could find listen to every Schammasch, Imperial Triumphant, Ulcerate, and Zhrine album I could. I like bicycles and obnoxiously hoppy IPAs. I own and use beard wax.
But for nine albums Krallice have always smelled (felt?) to me like a bunch of prog nerds wearing black metal as a costume to a frat party. I have just never clicked with their let's be weird so people will call us the weird guys shtick.
Then the *gestures broadly in the direction of coronavirus* everything happened, and bands across the world had to find new ways to make music other than "hang out 24-7 and try to make things".
It seems that forcing these nerds out of their own private guitar center idaho was a good move. The forced separation and out of studio time has resulted in a far less sterile album than previous outings. This is, instead, chock full of A T M O S P H E R E.
This is far rawer and more immediate than previous Krallice albums, and it is SO MUCH the better for it.
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