The road through the morass is cumbersome, filthy, sometimes even devious and equally lined with grief and rage. By what dread these four NRWs have gone, one can only guess in the face of these six powerful, tonal negations. Beautifulness is a foreign word. With extremely reduced riffing and mainly downtempo-acting thunder drums, the gentlemen L., F., R., and J. inevitably pull the listener into the depth, from which one either returns cleaned or strengthened or remains mentally evasive. Nevertheless, in their musical histories they seem to be sympathetic at the same time when the three famous "Black Sabbath" tones hide in "Loss". In addition, the character transformation of "Sakkryfyced" is definitely something else - can not always be only "trve" ... (sw)
