By Octopi Mills
Finland of old, Finland of cold, what did you send with the wind to be told? The answer is SARGEIST. Old satanic, pointy, black clad and black blood SARGEIST. With the melodic, rotting but elegant, mournful sound comes the music on this album, and fittingly there is a sort of skull designed necromantic sort of chalice they drink from here. If you know SARGEIST, you know the cup. Much like how MERCYFUL FATE does the same thing on every album in formula, so is here.
And that's a compliment because not many can do that without parody or paradox. Black magic, black metal, praise to evil without a gimmick and to be sure these guys are probably involved in some strange things. I must put the stamp of authentication on this album in saying it delivers what it is supposed to. Mid paced to slower dark guitar melodies, etc. Some of the songs seem to share the same key, mode, mold and that's alright; the same winding ride like a staircase into hell cave. Fans of SARGEIST will not be disappointed. For fans of SARGEIST, darkness and evil.