A whole load of these recent reviews have been celebrating the fact that bands with lengthy careers have not run out of steam, not that this should even be automatically expected beyond relative ups and downs in perceived quality or experimental shifts in style. In the case of NILE that is even more impressive given their trade in hyperfast and technical death metal to the extent they have given themselves Repetitive Strain Injuries over their 20 plus year career.
Hence the satisfaction of having opener “Call to Destruction” explode from the blocks, all the trademarks there, the double picking riffing and fret flying fills, the insane relentlessness of George Kollias’s drumming broken only by rolls that break your feeble minds comprehension, and the mix of gutturally disturbing and harsher decipherable vocals exhorting all manner of ancient ceremonial rite.
It’s literal thunder, or a seething storm on the senses. They deftly drop to reverberatingly heavier passages at times, giving it a huge cinematic feel and genuine power.
And still the drums don’t stop!
The seamless structures are testament to their skills and vision in driving this vicious yet measured onslaught on, really at the peak among their peers in making this brutal surgical skill effective in fashioning songs amid the controlled chaos. Of course there are little flavours of Egyptian instrumentation in intros or breaks, they stay true to their schtick, but while this may be familiar and expected by now, it’s not over done.
Indeed maybe a criticism from a rare few may be that this album is too much in their own style but when delivered with such crushing, tearing power, let those unbelievers be swept aside. I’d put this as one of their strongest and most intense efforts since my previous favourite “Annihilation of the Wicked”.