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The Suns of Perdition, Chapter I: War, Horrid War - Panzerfaust

Where did I now of the whiskey?!

The Suns of Perdition, Ch. 1: War, Horrid War is an incredible work, but also a work that leaves a completely quiet and empty inside. For although it is "just" music, music that is written many years after the events, the deals, then manage the single shot panzerfaust anyway to get the horror and misery into the listener – and it is just before, you need a sharp after a through listening. The single shot panzerfaust were for real adults on this album, but still manages to be brutal and provocative, but in a much more intelligent and sophisticated way than in the past, where their songs had titles like "Impale the Nazarene (Fuck You Father For I Have Sinned). This album is only the first chapter, and I can't wait for the next one!

Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Nay, it is a panserværnsraket!

Canadian the single shot panzerfaust beats just as hard as the anti-tank grenade, they are named after. You don't see it coming, before it is too late and kapow! So are you lying there on the floor – dismembered. They have been around since 2006, and their focus has always been classic black metal themes such as war and religion, but why change something that works? But on The Suns of Perdition, Ch1. War, Horrid War , they have chosen to screw their ambition tremendously up, as this album is supposed to be the first in a følgeton consisting of four albums – a so-called tetralogi. The hubs for this work is the First and the Second world War as well as religious fundamentalism – all perfect albeit trite topics for a band that describes themselves as "fundamentalist black metal". If you want tales of human cruelty, so is war and fanaticism in truth the real cornucopia of such.

There was once....

The music is violent and heavy, but most of all gloomy and melancholy. The album starts off raw and brutally out with a roar that sounds like a dying man's last breath, and so is the first number, ' The Day After 'Trinity'" else in time. The number is a reference to Oppenheimer's statement that if one were to have stopped atomkampløbet, so you would have stopped it the day after the first prøvesprængning of the first bomb, which was code-named "Trinity". The number is characterized by a double-vocal effect that really gives the song an extra layer of madness. From there we drive over in a bombastic number on the rigors of Stalingrad in 1942-1943, where we get this gem of a lyric: "I watched as the bodies hung from the frozen trees that cloaked the Volga. And beneath an oblivion sky the frantic cried to the streets that bore the time". We are reminded of how quickly we humans deny our humanity, and instead proclaims the hatred.

From there it goes short down the hill, as the next track, "Crimes Against Humanity", is just a short little instrumental, that don't really play a role other than to be filler. It should have been an intro/outro on a different number or completely dropped. But after the irrelevant number, as perhaps the most provocative track on the entire album, namely "The Decapitator's Prayer." It refers to a specific piece of the Koran, which calls for that the infidels should "be in the neck". The band describe themselves as being deeply apolitical, but frankly, so do I buy or not quite the paragraph, because the album stinks far away of the opinions, attitudes and observations – but them about it! The last track on the album lasts the entire 13 minutes, and is a story about the soldiers, who slowly rotted up in the many trenches that filled the scenery as the emerods: and during the First world War. Halfway through the song, we go from the screams, and black metal to the recording of the German soldiers, who sang "Happy Christmas, Lovely Christmas" by Julefreden in 1914. It is an intermezzo, which really makes the hair stand up, because the atmosphere it creates is just so horrible, since we know that the julefreden shortly after was broken by mustard gas and the torn limbs that flew through the air. The last part of the song is the poem "In Flanders fields flapping poppy", written by canadian lieutenant John McCrae, who with his own eyes saw the horrors of war.


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