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Full-length number eleven blasts through thirteen songs in just thirty three minutes in a ferocious enraged manner that never really relents to any catchy parts or even really slows down at all until the last song, 'Rhetoric Infernal.' This one goes a bit like this; unrelenting bludgeoning guitar rhythms conveying black, death, thrash and punk influences alongside rapid blastbeat drumming and the hellacious screams of front man, Mika Luttinen. Fuck, they've done it before and they are doing it again, but this time it feels like there is more conviction, better song writing and even more anger, which just proves that age brings bitterness. Plus the band also got one of the best production jobs of their careers with this one, which allows all levels of chaos within Imp Naz's music to be heard.
In the end its classic Impaled Nazarene tearing down the road on this one and really either you get it or you don't because I'm quite sure Imp Naz isn't about to compromise their sound for anyone anytime soon. I wouldn't hesitate to say that this is the bands best record in at least a decade now and its simply a must for old fans and new alike. So, put back a few beers, strap on the gas mask and follow the Sadogoatcult down the, 'Road to the Octagon!'
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