Septic Flesh is back with another monster album. Being a fan of the band since their Sumerian Daemons, I am quite satisfied with the thrills they provide with The Great Mass – a superb combination of melody and brutality. The songs are simply fucking amazing – they’re hard to remember even after several listens – but they’re fucking amazing.
The Great Mass (what a fucking name) is a bhelpuri of eerie melodies whipped up by the keyboard, with the thunder of the guitars, bass and drums being a strong backbone, and powerful, stunning vocals (growling, clean singing, operatic female vocals). The mix of these is so perfect that it will keep bringing you back for more listens.
Septic Flesh’s latest album won’t grow on you even after multiple listens, but that’s the beauty of it. The Great Mass is highly unpredictable atmospheric death metal you will play repeatedly to understand what you find so special about it. Okay, I’ll tell you… it’s their approach to songwriting that makes the album sound fresh even after twenty listens.
Oh, here’s the first thing I should’ve made clear: Septic Flesh create Satanic/anti-god music that beats the fuck out of pubic-hair worshippers like Dimmu Borgir and Cradle Of Filth.
Septic Flesh’s The Great Mass is high on frills and drama, and they know how to do it right. Ultimately, there is very little that will remain with you after you’re done listening, except the experience this album has been.