"The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair"

By Dr. Abner Mality

I was extremely tempted to write this entire review backwards because there is so much backwards masked incantations and epithets on this sucker. It seems half the vocals are a pitch-shifted, mush-mouthed bit of dialogue run the wrong way around...kind of like the intro to Venom's "In League With Satan" x100.

Only Ptahil can get away with it. The Indiana anti-life maniacs made a huge impact with their debut "For His Satanic Majesty's Glory" and with "The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair", they've ejaculated a suitable follow-up. You can expect nothing but total rawness and the chaotic frenzy of Hell when you pop this sucker into your preferred method of sonic entertainment. This time around, the band seems even more on the verge of losing control than they were previously but somehow the racket comes across as gloriously liberating. Many songs reach points of almost total noise before switching to incredibly catchy but brutal riffs...the transitions are breath-taking! The guitar sound owes a lot to old Swedish death metal BUT this is most definitely not a band trying to imitate the ancient Swedish giants.

The record is dominated by two massive epics. "Possessed By Death" is an extreme metal anthem to end all anthems, a declaration of the End Time for sure! Just HUGE and crunchy mid-paced riffs that pick up speed until the song becomes a hurricane of buzzing metal extremity. Fucking intense song, almost matched by the near 13 minute title track. This monster will really put you to the test, but it is just so immense and frenzied, building to a monstrous climax.

Other cuts follow in Ptahilistic fashion. "Blood, Semen and Shit" is just as primitive and nasty as the name suggests,  "Satanicus Sabbathicus" and "Hell Spells and Satanic Rituals" are deft combinations of utter high speed shrapnel and more controlled riffing and "Pact With The Devil" is the most "composed" yet still lethal track here. Throughout the album, we get a ton of that goofy backwards vocal stuff as well as spiteful, rasping vocals.

The Satanism and misanthropy is upfront and in your face and would seem tedious except for the fact that Ptahil really do sound like they want to rip your heart out and eat it raw for the pleasure of Beelzebub. There's an aura of evil mayhem to this record that isn't seen much these days. Is this better than "For His Satanic Majesty's Glory"? I wouldn't say that, because that record was THE BOMB, but it sure as hell blows away most so-called "extreme" metal.