Marduk
has always been the Swedish blastaholic cousin of the '90s Norse underground scene, the group stripping itself down to the four basic elements of extreme
metal
-- drums, guitar, bass, tortured rasps -- while staring down their crooked, stubborn, corpse-painted noses at all the
black metal
pantywaists cradling their keyboards and speed-limit signs. Obviously, restraint was an underutilized entry in
's dictionary, and the band's hard-headed approach resulted in many albums like
Opus Nocturne
(the third full-length in a seemingly endless discography), which offers a few inspired moments -- an anthemic riff here, a bleak lyrical turn-of-the-screw there -- amidst a blurry avalanche of blastbeat-ridden deathrashola. Grandiose midtempo slog
"Materialized in Stone"
and artsy-fartsy,
classically
influenced,
spoken word
number
"Opus Nocturne"
(a bit of a stretch, yes, but admirable within the context of
's output) are the standouts here, while
"Sulphur Souls,"
"Autumnal Reaper,"
and too many others race by like highway traffic, occasionally meriting a reactionary nod or shrug, but little else. Sure,
is worthy of some acclaim, having carried the flag for no-bones-about-it, punch-in-the-nose
since the early '90s, but the band always struggled to put together a consistently memorable album -- especially one that didn't use blastbeats as an ever-present creative crutch.
, unfortunately, is no different. ~ John Serba