Review
This isn't doom metal with some chugging, or death metal with some doomy moments. There are heaping mounds of crawling anguish here, like your psyche's been harnessed to granite-wrapped-in-lead plow and after trudging through eighteen acres of black earth there are still eighty-two acres to go. Alternately, when the death metal grooves kick in, the boys bring some genuine feel-filthy aggression and make you believe this is all they ever really wanted to play. - Chronicles of Chaos 4/5