Band:	Pyrrhon
Album:	The Mother Of Virtues
Style:	Technical death metal
Release date:	April 01, 2014
Guest review by:	Alex F

01. The Oracle Of Nassau
02. White Flag
03. Sleeper Agent
04. Balkanized
05. Eternity In A Breath
06. Implant Fever
07. Invisible Injury
08. The Parasite In Winter
09. The Mother Of Virtues

The Mother Of Virtues opens with instantaneous chaos. Dissonant Gorguts-like riffing cuts into your flesh and the vocals salt your wounds. The weight of the shadow cast by the colossal music bears down upon you with malicious intent, enshrouding you in a schizophrenic-feeling storm.

Completely devoid of the pleasant nature in traditional harmonies and melodies, the guitars tend towards layers of conflicting chords that either ring out or berate your soon-to-be-broken ear drums with rapid staccato notation. The riffs can best be described as grating, and at times seem to wander aimlessly through bleak fields of destruction. Pyrrhon's music sometimes comes to an intersection between experimentation and jamming, where each little phrase is evocative of a different influence (ranging from Oranssi Pazuzu to Khanate).

The immensely bass-heavy production manages to add a very thunderous weight to the already wall-of-noise approach in the music. Like a stampede rolling over a hill and pummeling you to death, The Mother Of Virtues is merciless and apathetic towards your suffering.

The structures of the songs themselves seems to be an area of intrigue on The Mother Of Virtues. None of the songs follow even remotely conventional formats, and Pyrrhon clearly prefer a more natural evolution of each song, as the music swells in wave-like motions to climaxes and troughs. Drawn out instrumentation connects random vocal-parts that cannot be easily classified as verses, choruses, or anything of the sort. Rather the band chooses to enhance their already bewildering atmosphere with abstract structures which force the listener's' full attention.

Near the end of the album the very molecules of each note seem to drift apart from each other, as vast expanses of frequencies ring out in a frenzied rampage. The chords flail around you until the album's last dying breath has reached your inner skull and finally stripped you of innocence, of sanity, and of hope.