Review by Jeger on August 4, 2024.

Anal Allah? Sold! Shit dude, more of this, please. Fuck Christianity and you know what? Wait for it… Fuck… ISLAM! You know, the scum of ALL religions and a fucking cancer to the evolution of our species? As mega churches and mosques rapidly pop up and expand their message of lies and totalitarianism across the globe, we need black metal now more than ever. This is a silent war on the battlefront, but one that speaks loud and clear on the information highway and any other place where art/freedom of expression should be allowed to thrive. The artillery? The message behind the music as so blasphemously conveyed through desecrating black/death metal records like Rot’s (Pol) most recent LP, the ghastly and formidably volatile Messiah Death, unleashed in 2018 via the Demented Omen Of Masochism. 

A little sheep-fucking jab at Islam to merely peel back the first layer and then? Even further into the bowels of blasphemy do we descend to the sound of cute little nursery rhymes like 'Castration Of Holy God' and 'Church Burned Ruins = Invocation Of Sodomy Ritual' that homage the greats like Archgoat (Fin) and Profanatica (US), but at ten times the ferocity and with compounding levels of malice intended. Black metal is supposed to offend and appall, remember? Healthy doses of this shit happens to be exactly what the scene needs right now and ALL organized religions should be fair game. It’s fucking war and our battle-worn Damascus must always be as deadly as their refined steel. This is black/death for the glory of the horde and the slaughter of the herd… A throwback to old-school Blasphemy; something like if the huge creepy snuff dude from 8MM (film 1999) wrote a black metal album. 

All grotesqueries and desecrations aside, this is some pretty impressive music: modestly produced and altogether repulsive to the ear as far as tonality/mixing are concerned, but then there’s 'Throwing Into Hellfire'… Is this Rot or fucking Vader? Riffs like supercharged electric pulses straight up your ass, with much class and at a swift but gentlemanly pace… I would wager this album was recorded in the drummer’s spare bedroom and I wouldn’t be too far off. That’s generally the beauty of these types of blue-collar black/death metal albums. That and the sweet-as-honey blasphemy of it all. To the dogs with their prophets, to the torch with their doctrines, and straight to the cock with their nuns… 

Such vile crimes for such a holy country… That’s why Polska black just hits with a little more impact. A delving into the most unholy, most grimy corridors of black metal; shit for the veteran who possesses the ability to think for himself and to zealously embrace the adversarial path through the timeless art of blasphemy. Music for the torched pew that initiates the cathedral blaze. Music for the wolves and for the tearing through of sheep’s flesh: highly aggressive, basement filth black / death metal that sure as fuck shits on Christendom but only a tease in the trashing Islam department? As I said before, more of this is to outrage and to shock during what’s become an age when Islam apologist mentality trumps free and even rational thought. Black metal as a weapon, or possibly as the catalyst to some whiskey-induced vandalism or adrenaline-fueled pyromania - old-school black/death to go to fucking prison to… This particular school of blackened barbarism not going anywhere either, apparently, as evidenced by rising-from-the-pits, goat-fucking bands like Goatkraft, Weregoat, and Goat Semen who all give off similar, beyond brutal torture-fuck-the-virgin-Mary vibes. So, strap on a bunch of scanty spiked leather, rub a bunch of pig’s blood all over yourself, grab that battle-axe that you ordered from Bud K, and destroy something holy. Your secret’s safe with me… 

Rating: 7 out of 10