Short and sweet, this album begins with a Mike Tyson-style jab to the gut and moves down a few inches, ending up with repeated uppercuts to the perineum. Pure fucking shredding genius from soup to nuts.
That part at the end of "Thanatos"? Where the guitar is like "wee-wee, widdley widdley wee wee woo weeeeeee"? It makes my weiner hard. Just brutal af.
Also, ending the album with Thanatos is just... *Chef's kiss*. Death is the perfect end to a joiner the likes of which this album takes you on Blxculx