FIRST UTTERANCE

''Use caution, as this is not easy music to digest, even to prog standards.'' Even if one dares to call this music, it's very easy to digest and forget it. Foremost statement serves only as a bad excuse. I don't have to pretend liking Comus because of it's ''legendary'' status, ''elaborated'', crazy and, oh!, so original music, neither to feel ignorant having trouble getting it or ''digesting it''. I'm not afraid of a little weirdness in my music, but we're not talking weirdness, this is crazyness.

Someone so obsessed and, what's more important - serious about killing, death, bodies, blood, virgins and raping is sick. This album is not a metaphor, retrospect or a critique of any kind (not even a simple attempt to shock the audience) to be taken even a bit seriously. This is rampage. Vocal delivery is frantic and songs are (except ''The Herald'') in a crazed tribal or twisted psych-folk manner. I can't understand how can anyone enjoy this.

If you'd like to hear what decadence sounds like, go ahead and give this a spin. Otherwise, stay away from this mess. I bet cannibal tribes make more sensible music.