The One They Were Waiting For 

Obskure Sombre Records 2011

These New Jersey natives take a somewhat liberal view to Technical black thrash with their tongues planted firmly in their cheeks.  The album opener, Atish, is an epic journey that starts with some clean guitar and intricate soloing.  Then a quick break snaps into some hyper-quick finger mastery and then an intense black metal riff that drives the song into realms of abyssic darkness.  Mixed into this whirlwind of blasting hatred are surprisingly emotional and melodic leads.  Atmospheric melodies and dizzying fretwork surface around the 9:17 mark of this 18 minute odyssey.  It may seem a little strange of a comparison, but at times I hear early Unanimated in this.  There are three spoken word interludes spread across this album, starting with Calm Before The Storm and I am reminded of similar spoken word pieces that appear on some of my hardcore albums.  Me and The Devil Blues follows quickly and is as its name implies, a black metal take on a blues composition by Robert Johnson.  Imagine a smoky bar in the 1920's but with a growly voiced lead singer hitting the stage while his bands mates pluck away on the guitars with their nimble fingers.  This is interesting, but also shows that these guys have a sense of humor and a sense of their musical origins.  The song drifts into atmospheric black metal and progressive soundscapes for a mind expanding experience.  The Man In The Picture...To Become What One Is is a beautiful guitar oriented song that breaks like a warm sunrise with its use of soulful synth and delicate guitar.  And then like a crack of thunder, insanely fast black metal explodes while we are assaulted by gravely vocals.  Parts of this album have been treading a fine line between satirical and ridiculous, and on Goodness is Dead...Enter The Black Hole, Fucker is where that line is crossed.  The music is fine, but the lyrical content comes off as childish.  What the song breaks into a mosh section and chants of "suck my balls" are repeatedly uttered and are bookended by nonsensical lyrics I am frustrated that the album has strayed away from some of the musical and lyrical intelligence encountered previously within these compositions.  The violin piece that brings the album (R.I.P.) to a close is a thing of elegance.  The One They Were Waiting For is an album that is vast in its musical breadth and takes metal in a myriad of directions.  Some of them are intense and technically impressive while others I could leave behind without notice.  This is an album for technical metal aficionados and for those with extremely open minds.