Band:	Anaal Nathrakh
Album:	Passion
Style:	Black metal, Grindcore, Industrial metal
Release date:	May 2011

01. Volenti Non Fit Iniuria
02. Drug-Fucking Abomination
03. Post Traumatic Stress Euphoria [feat. Conchúir O' Drona]
04. Le Diabolique Est L'Ami Du Simplement Mal
05. Locus Of Damnation
06. Tod Huetet Uebel [feat. Rainer Landfermann]
07. Paragon Pariah [feat. Paul Harrington]
08. Who Thinks Of The Executioner?
09. Ashes Screaming Silence [feat. Alan Dubin]
10. Portrait Of The Artist [feat. Maurice de Jong]

One of UK's finest extreme acts, Anaal Nathrakh, has awakened. Two years have passed since we found them lying In The Constellation Of The Black Widow, the warfare days are over and the forging of the new massive weapon has been accomplished. Operation Passion launched the first assault during the middle of May and the armada still marches supreme, inflicting major pain from earth, sea and air.

The grinding machines of zero tolerance keep on blast beating endlessly, with the black metal vibes and riffing strengthening their equities in the stock of vulgar ways of expression. Everything in here depicts a deformed portrait of violent beauty that slowly decays under the unending acid rain that is not willing to surrender. Ravenous clouds have gathered and the sun wouldn't dare to unveil a glimpse of hope in the demented scenery of collapsing morals.

Once again a wide variety of vocals confirm the end of days, the scissoring screams deflower all innocence under the frozen stare of the martyrs, whereas the clean interpreting in quite a wide range through the whole duration of the album reaches completion, evoking a sense of grandeur, the corrupted equivalent of glory. Of course, i shouldn't forget to mention that Rainer Landfermann donates a brilliant performance on Tod Huelet Uebel, bringing forth memories of early Bethlehem. The guitars harvest the seeds of hatred unfolding either a massive, malevolent riffing offence or a sinister form of excruciating melody. Needless to say that whenever a solo makes its appearance it makes the overall soundscape more complex through its speeding and raging point of view, simple, fast and furious, in the right place, at the right time. A mechanical aura is omnipresent due to the effects, the overall organic noise and production formula that keep the album a living entity and a menace to life at the same time. And under a threatening sky and an ever-expanding bombardment even the sirens dare not wail.

The cover artwork is the best they ever had, a "Drug-Fucking Abomination" in "Post Traumatic Stress Euphoria"; or is it just the "Portrait Of The Artist"? I bet both options complete the puzzle as it explodes leaving you lying in pieces no one would dare recollect. Passion's magic can be found as well in the fact that it doesn't surpass the 35 minutes of duration, enough time to make you highly interested in everything it possesses and at the same time leave you incomplete. Until the next spin starts making its appearance for the second and third and on time in a row; then you are complete.

I don't know who will be pleased and who probably won't, it doesn't matter anyway, what actually matters is personal experience cause that's what the relation between a single listener and an artist is, inside business. But I do insist you give this album a shot and "see" for yourself. As for me, it blew my mind once, it blew it twice, it blew it a lot of times and I will let it do the same over and over again until the last brain fucking cell explodes.