This is, by far, one of the best black metal albums of the year. With a harsh spoken introduction, "Forcefed into Blasphemy" begins. Stringed instruments of the damned play on as drums pound out their Satanic cadence and buzz-saw guitars ebb and flow in a trance-like drone, sometimes galloping, sometimes racing. Minimal keyboards join the chaos, sounding off-key at first, but meshing flawlessly. Razing screams and guttural belches spew forth from the very pits of Hell to coat the music in a disgusting mucus of sin. Every so often, a sad melody floats to the top of this boiling cauldron of hatred. And a few times, the music takes on a thrashy edge, reminiscent of Blood, Fire, Death-era Bathory. This is the majesty of Wind of the Black Mountains.

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