Let me paint a scene for you. It’s the first day of the semester. You walk into the classroom where you think your first class is and look around for signs that it’s where you’re supposed to be. Can’t find any? Guess you’ll just wait it out. And hope there’s not that embarrassing moment where the professor says “this is Music Review Writing 101, just to make sure everyone’s in the right place” and you have to get up and walk out in front of everyone.
I’m sure a lot of people know that feeling, and it’s not exactly a pleasant one. Luckily, Void of Infinite Horror is pretty much the complete opposite. You’re sure to find out whether or not you’re in the right place within the first five seconds or so of “Invocation of the Heart Girt With a Serpent,” whose vicious blast beats and suffocating blankets of pitch-black noise set the stage for the pervasive, impenetrably dark atmosphere explored throughout the record. Void of Infinite Horror expands upon the half-formed experiments of the project’s self titled debut EP in pretty much every possible way. It’s immediately clear that there’s more energy, more evil, more evisceration. The album ably conveys that pestilent, coffin-encased darkness that the EP only hinted at, folding layer upon layer of tortured screams, endlessly reverberating guitars, and the howling winds of death (all of these things can be found on “Void of Infinite Sorrow,” which is pretty much the auditory equivalent of getting dragged down into a bottomless abyss by an army of corpses). Yeah, yeah, me with my hyperbolizing again, I know… but you listen to this thing and tell me it doesn’t make you want to gush about it.