(Helldprod Records, 2016)
#FOR FANS OF: Black/Death
After a short prologue, the title track storms out the gate with the untamed fury that only heavy metal can bring. Shrieking guitar solos and throats ripping from agonized screams, a harsh atmosphere of raw resonance as the pitter-patter of double bass falls like rain below a hail of cymbal strikes, Decayed brings Armageddon and it is none too discomforting even through a crushing change of pace halfway into this eleven minute thrashing. Instead, Armageddon is a party as Heaven burns and the slaughter is merely the sick game in which Decayed is enthralled. Punishing that petulant paradise with perdition's passionate press, armies of angels melt under the crush of demonic weight like so many damned souls plunged into the lake of fire. Revenge is here for the dark deity and it comes in sweeps and blasts as this absolute monster of a title track tears through.
Much of the album flies by like winged demons farting fire, distant screams become a chorus of horror descending upon cities, rending stereocilia from inner ears, and melting the membranes of eyes. The shrill “Son of Satan” hails the newborn Antichrist with its unambiguous and direct victuals of Satanic allegiance before the mystical prognostications of “Dark Soul - The Prophecy” begin the march to a universal war that makes all historical human horrors seem like skirmishes in scale. The chaotic onslaught of “War of the Gods”, the heaving weight of “Defy Thy Master”, and the liberal use of crisp cymbal crashes throughout “The Mirror of Usire” furiously wrap up the main album while a second segment comes to the fore.
As if the depravity of the underworld and the genocide of a realm of righteous supernatural beings wasn't enough, 'The Burning of Heaven' comes with an added EP hailing the 'Night of Demons' with its own coven of horny witches starting the show. Covering Motorhead in “Deaf Forever” and following it up with a shift into “Cravado Na Cruz” that again joins the chorus of songs reveling in an inverted revelation and wreaking havoc with genuine glee, Decayed refuses to let up as it peppers bits of campy fun into its frenetic standard. Unlike many a modern black metal band reveling in melancholy and lamenting the task of turning terror and torture into a fresh tome, Decayed ensures that the wickedness of a smile on one's face is the last thing many a weeping angel may see as it serenades unholy hosts with such unrepentant and charming madness.