Originally set for release back in 2008 but ended up buried
beneath the rubble of the disintegrated label, the resurrection of this true
entity of ruin and disharmony by Daemon worship Productions couldn’t be more
fitting. The album opens up with
the chaotic delirium of “Cup of Babylon”, and what a way to start out this
psychotic and surreal journey through the foul and dissonant fuzz storm that is
Bestia Arcana. Initially it explodes with angular guitar assaults and what
sounds like actual explosions as the gates of purgatory burst forth unleashing
a whirlwind of insanity that shall not be uttered as it is cursed such as the
names in the book of the dead. The vocals are deep vicious growls behind the
mix of barbed wire jagged lesions of lead shredding and the bombastic “booms”
in the background heralding absolution through mortal destruction, then about
halfway into the song the shift changes to a sprawling holocaust of dark
psychedelic atmospheric black metal not unlike the scorching and suffocating
atmospheres heard on the second Twilight album a few years back, before
bursting back into the diesel powered barrage of buzzing riffs and horrendous
inhuman growls. And that’s literally “just the beginning”, Bestia Arcana are
like the Roman legions storming through Judea leaving nothing but rivers of
blood and blazing infernos.
“The Poison of Mannaseh” comes in as sort of the middle
chapter after the fires have started and blood has been shed with a constant
and unrelenting buzz of death and some haunting atmospherics in the background
to amplify the desolation and misery to a climactic turning point before
leading into the dark ambient alien rumble of “The Pit of She-ohl”
“Feverwind” brings back treble buzzing, but the density and
violence has been lifted like a veil over the mutilated corpse that was
humanity and their habitats revealing the horrors that befell during “Cup of
Babylon”. The percussion is ritualistic and smooth throughout this bastardized
cinematic cascade that literally unravels horrors that the Holy can’t even bear
to fathom. I can almost see a figure drenched in blood uttering the weird
schizophrenic vocals of the “Feverwind” in gruesome indecipherable phrases as it walks out from the
fire and the shrieks of the people burning alive bring a smile upon it’s face.
“Shepherd of Perdition” is a return to the disharmonic
“melodies” and lunatic ranting growls of the start of the grand massacre, now
combined with symphonic elements and some chaotic outbursts as the bringer of
death praises and rejoices in various further acts of defiling the remains.
Albums like this are further evidence that evil is born and
not just bred, but also a reminder that black metal has not lost it’s ability
to convey pure horror so approach this one with caution, it just might
incinerate you on contact. Others may claim to be the real deal, but this one
is the true form of Hells horrors as imagined by the so-called righteous that
keep them pissing themselves in fear and wavering hypocrisy, if this is Hell
then it certainly lives up to it’s reputation.
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