Many bands stake their reputations on being loud and heavy, but few really deliver. In the case of The Secret, however, their claim to be one of the heaviest and most extreme bands to ever crawl their way out of Italy isn’t one I’d be wanting to challenge.
A speaker-shredding squall of feedback precedes what can only be described as a pulverising wall of metal noise that blasts forth at terminal velocity. It’s one hell of a way to start an album. Yet for all of its blistering pace and devastating volume whereby everything’s louder than everything else, there are still some extremely tightly structures compositions and layers of texture to be found. ‘May God Damn All of Us’ compresses tempo and key changes into less than a minute and a half, while ‘Vermin of Dust’ hammers seven shades of thunder.
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These fuckers just heap it on, frenzied black mass of noise upon frenzied black mass of noise, whipping up an impenetrable whirlwind of guitars. It’s ugly. It’s brutal. It’s terrifying.
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