Music Review: Dead As Dreams

Go back to the time you thought you’d lost everything and when your world had come crashing down. Think of when you felt betrayed in the worst way, imagine yourself on the peak of a mountain, kneeling down and screaming, in denial of the undeserved agony that was tearing you apart. Visualize yourself on that peak with arms outstretched under the glittering stars, screeching at the universe, demanding answers from it. Cut Their Grain And Place Fire Therein, my friends, is the soundtrack to that moment. Weakling’s Dead As Dreams belongs in my list of the best black metal albums of all time, with its amazing sound and trance-inducing parts and progressive riffs. The intro to the title track is one of the best I’ve heard, and all the songs on Dead As Dreams are very long but I don’t mind that at all – this is a genre-defining album we’re talking about. Listening to This Entire Fucking Battlefield, you realize once again that the singing is terrible…the vocalist is screeching and screaming and yelling randomly. What you also realize is everything fits together so well that you cannot imagine any other kind of vocals to go with this music. This Entire Fucking Battlefield has a part which makes you introspective before a killer solo comes on and Weakling go all majestic again. Just when I’m about to ask myself why I haven’t checked out the members’ other projects (mainly The Fucking Champs and Saros), Weakling slap me with No One Can Be Called As A Man While He’ll Die, and it has a dark bass solo that makes me sit up in excitement as it progresses and becomes another great track from this masterpiece. You have to check out the last two minutes of the song to believe what kind of mayhem and atmosphere this USBM band can create. Now close your eyes and sit back as Disasters In The Sun engulfs you in darkness. Please don’t make the mistake of listening to this album when you’re tripping on acid or any other hallucinogen; you might cross over to the other side and not be able to return.