Behold...The obscure instrumental demo versions of several of "black metal" solo act Burzum's songs (topus). It's cult, it's grim, it's frostbitten, and it sounds like SHIT. That's alright, though: I can enjoy some ultra-fuzzy demo production, and I'd take it over hearing Count Grishnackh's "feral" (a.k.a. "shitty") screams any day of the Solar Equinox. Unfortunately, a couple of the tracks ("Depressive Visions of the Cursed Warrior") have such inaudible guitar that you can hardly hear it beneath the pedestrian drumming. However, Grishnackh's ability to evoke dreamlike and sorrowful atmospheres with primitive and eerie minor-key metal riffs is quite a feat, and there's plenty of both droning repetition ("Spell of Destruction") and progression ("My Key to Purgatory") to keep the listener entranced. This is a good album to listen to while wallowing in suicide or contemplating solitude. In all seriousness, it's quite captivating, provided you can tolerate guitars that sound like underwater lawn mowers.
Favorite track: "Rite of Cleansure"
Least favorite track: "Depressive Visions of the Cursed Warrior" (to be fair, it's mainly because the guitar riffs are barely audible)
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