Deathspell Omega-Paracletus
Somewhere in the recesses of all human minds lies a part few wish to visit. From here desperate and uncontrollable, albeit brief flashes of emotion muster. These are events that swell to the surface under an extreme influence which your rational mind consistently quells, because after all, we are at our most rational, civilised. It’s also something that the majesty of Deathspell Omega grasp in their talons and scratch away at till rationality dissipates and all that remains is cold, grief stricken illusions to drive an illusory landscape into the psyche.
Paracletus represents the last in a trinity of albums exploring the relationships between man and his maker and the spiritual world. The previous output Fas-ite. Maledicti. In Ignem Aeternum potentially represents more perfectly the descent of the human into a chasm of lonely nightmare more perfectly than any other auditory artistic offering. It’s chilling, ice packed with scorn and malice and enables you to feel more lost in their world purely from its own lost musings. Paracletus has much to forgive, or help forget.
At first listen, all the components are there, interjecting guitars playing counterpoint in dissonant scales, frenetic drumming beating the fires, a lonely voice lamenting the loss of man to idiocy and consumerism. At further listen, you’ll start to see a light. Perhaps there’s a glimmer of hope, because there is an exit sign to this scene.
You won’t hear anything more malevolent this year. It’s a tremendous offering which is to be expected, but whereas Fas-ite left you lost and trembling in their world, Paracletus perhaps gives you a tour guide to that world and a way out. It’s reassuring, but if you close your eyes, you’ll forget the guide is there.
8.5/10 You’ll like this if you like to be naked in the snow whilst crows peck out your eyes. Chilling and progressive.
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