Another techno-metal masterpiece from the enigmatic Apocrypha. These guys were typically underrated, bordering on thrash and power metal - constructing tight rhythms and unusual dynamics in their quest for mystical lands. Not sure how well these guys sold, but it's certainly a riveting listen, the band effortlessly shifting between melody and complexity, the title track a prime example of their obscure teachings, mainly in the form of Tony Fredianelli's intricate leads and Steve Plocica's almost serene vocals which sweep over proceedings like some black swan. 'Catch 22' showcases the bands ability for crushingw eight, the track lumbers with its immense chugging dynamics whilst 'The Power Elite' is more of a straight heavy metal track, featuring a sneering vocal and dominnant bass courtesy of Breck Smith. This is the sort of album I would've lapped up all those years ago, Apocrypha's album covers and deep layers of sound drawing in the listener, just a shame these guys never really made an impact, because tracks such as 'Terrors Holding On To You' are formidable in their presentation, quizzing the audience with its mesmeric musicianship. Great stuff then, and great still today.
8/10
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