it took this CD three years to arrive from Bahrain to this writer's room, but,
hell, it's a good thing that we didn't know about it anyway, as impatience
could have killed us. Compared to a big part of today's black metal, Al Namrood
are so fresh that it's not even funny. Real oriental melodies that the likes of
Nile would die for, a totally harsh black metal sound, an excess of energy and
an ability to hold the listener's attention for an hour, all serve a purpose of
telling you the story of life and times of one Nebuchadnezzar.
Estorat Taghoot didn't come with lyrics, all we can do is judge it by the liner
notes... and suffice to say that with Al Namrood's English skills only second
to Google Translate, we're really glad that the screams are in their native
tongue. And, whatever they are saying, we believe them. We can only assume that
they are planning to conquer the world and probably plan to make you use their
language when they succeed, so it's all good. That's what black metal is
supposed to be, anyway.
whether being epic, relaxed, playful or aggressive, Al Namrood pull it off and
then some. Just to give you an idea of the scale Al Namrood's "pulling it
off," right now I'm listening to a drum beat that, when my drummer tried
it, made me say some pretty harsh words and threaten with replacing it with the
sound of me hitting pots and cans. Anyway, when Al Namrood play it I like it.
The whole song. Damn. What the hell just happened here? (8.9/10)
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