Quite unique this band is, these lads who emerge from the shores of Albion show a definite progression in each of their albums. Reaching their 4th one, we can immediately notice less brutal death/black outbursts and more atmosphere - the same way it was presented in the highly acclaimed "Choronzon" album. Forget the Hammer Films-inspired parts of "Goat Of Mendes" or the chaotic sound of "Rape Of The Bastard Nazarene", this is more than a step forward compared to its predecessor, the highly acclaimed "Choronzon" album. Atmosphere and lyricism (!?), progressive touches and in lot more diversified output. I believe that it's weaker compared to a masterpiece like the previous album was, but in its own way different, although trademarks of the band are present here all the way long. Akercocke remain one of the best bands around, marching on their own shaded, unholy path. Perhaps this album is matching their costumes and the aesthetic blackness they revealed years ago. Of course you'll enjoy a lot of inhuman riffing and so on but the quintessence of this album is hidden in the grandiose talent of going their own dark way whatever kind of expression they choose.