It's nice to get to revisit this record as we prepare for its vinyl release. Not only has it been remastered and thus more virile than ever, but in these troubled times it's nice to go back to an album as fucked up as this one and revel in all that it presents. The searing riffs and pure anger (Verwustung is German for 'devastation') provide a window into the projects soul and reminds us that no matter how ethereal Moloch might get on other recordings this is a record that can remain throat ripping and head crunching. The depth of the compositions, despite their relative rawness, is especially impressive and speaks once more to the genius of the band.
As I wrap up this review and prepare to go to a nice grown up jazz show I leave you with a few thoughts. Why is that black metal like this has been able to succeed for almost thirty years now? And why is it that even weird obscure projects like this one can still get major traction? In my opinion it's simply because guys like Moloch get the fundamental pain of the human race and though their mode of expressing this sorrow may be unorthodox there is something in records like Verwustung that resonates inside us all.
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