One of the country’s first genre practitioners, Portuguese black metallers Decayed have brought a rather charging and damaging attack that has been their main basis throughout their twenty five-plus years of existence that began nearly at the birth of the genre itself. Much of the album flies by like winged demons farting fire, distant screams become a chorus of horror descending upon cities, rending stereocilia from inner ears, and melting the membranes of eyes. Decayed refuses to let up as it peppers bits of campy fun into its frenetic standard. Unlike many a modern black metal band reveling in melancholy and lamenting the task of turning terror and torture into a fresh tome, Decayed ensures that the wickedness of a smile on one's face is the last thing many a weeping angel may see as it serenades unholy hosts with such unrepentant and charming madness.