One cannot remain inert before the proposal of our homegrown heroes Dead Aeon Mist, who certainly sport the ugliest logo I’ve seen in the last 20 years (it looks like a brand burned into the side of a shipping container, despite the appreciable 3×4 character symmetry) but certainly have something to express, being the direct mental fruit of people who have been playing for many years, and who here pour out a fine echoing and cavernous malaise without falling into the frequent rhetoric of post-Krypts recursive Chaos-propelled cyclicity.
The formula is that of thick and dark Death (Doom is, perhaps, not the most accurate term), which often slides into the overlapping grinding structures typical of deathly ultra-compression, only to recurrungly breaking free with exquisitely traditional solutions ranging from Carcassian guitarwork to the classy riff of early, pre-album, less oneiric Incantation. And then there are the solos, which knowing who plays the string instruments here could not possibly be missing.
If you want something played in a traditional albeit massive manner, perhaps halfway between ’90s American Death Metal and the Caligarian variety of the ’20s, there are many fine moments to be experienced here.