DCLXVI - Year of the Rabbit

Fast forward to apocolypse 999. It`s the Year of the Rabbit. There`s DCLXVI, again, positioning themselves far ahead of the curve. Competition stands no chance, butts purple with the repeated arse-walloping DCLXVI consistently dish. What makes this particular YOTR so kickass? Not the harshness, though it is plenty harsh. Nor the density, though it`s as dense and over-encumbered as they come. Not even the fact that I too am YOTR. What does it for me is the compositional brilliance. The Alpha-esque flare for drama. The rare vision of heavy-handed, carefully plotted, excess that simultaneously never once lets go of the essential point, namely that of utterly destroying the earhole follicle thingies. White-hot brainshower oblivion. Bottomless, phantasmorgasmic shit-sheen. Seering drainage ambience. All delivered with a slick sense of style, crystalline wave-forms, and clearly-defined narrative structure that is pure sonic nightmare through and through.

-Soddy