There's something so satisfying about this downtrodden flavor of Icelandic black metal that ambles hypnotically between a brooding insanity and suffocating melancholy. The trodding pace allows the atmosphere to bloom and breathe. There's a stifled hope hidden in the melodies that never quite breaks the surface; a visceral inhumanity in the vocals fueled by a madness that comes for us all, sooner or later. There is no hope—never has been. But with an album this good, who needs hope? Brian M.
Darkness floods the veins, dripping pain and futility. Disfigured by own existence, crawling into muds of hopelessness and emotional desolation. This is Acathexis, an overwhelmingly woeful and perfect black metal expression. Truly special in every way! Umbra Cornuta