A lot of albums attempt to connect listeners to a sense of mayhem and derangement (AKA every classic thrash/death/doom, etc. metal album under the sun). I suppose it's amusing (and telling) that First Utterance, released in 1971 and lying half-rotten in obscurity for the thirty years since then, has yet to be eclipsed in that area by even the sludgiest of the sludge.
And yes, I love metal. But in terms of blending the darkness of primeval myth with organic musical ideas, nothing touches what Comus concocted in seven measly songs during the ruinous, tar-skied winter of 1970.
What else can I say about one of the most emotionally and legitimately evil records ever made? Definitely gets the 'Brilliant' vote from me.
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