Heavy Metal and anagrams are quite the mother’s milk to The Mad Mane Machine. Per se, either is based on a self-reflection in order to arise with the end-product; making this review awash with the same logic—without being too overt.
Coming across Hall of Mirrors, I hadn’t figured what to expect from an Incurso-esque human on the cover, being handed a (skeleton) key via a portal—how mirrors make operations covert.
In accordance to the tastiest breakdowns to grace The Mad Mane Machine‘s ears, the same had to be done to the tracks, anagramatically.
HELL’S MAW—features shrieks from the depths. Steering LAW’S HELM.
MENTAL SLIME—unmercifully drumming and pounding MILE LAMENTS and hedonistic grime.
TRUTH REVEALED—THE RED VALE RUT LED THAT VEER. Diverting becomes cyclical. It’s the work of mirrors to repeat.
THE UNFAIR FIGHT—UGH! FAINT HER FIT.
HALL OF MIRRORS—I’M FALL’S HORROR. The reflection of throaty vocals.
TASTE OF THE ERRATIC—FATE TO HERETIC ARTS, well deserved.
GHOSTSHIP—HIGH STOPS. If hall of mirrors could anagram to horror film…. They always fog out.
PLANES OF THE ETERNAL DEAD—EA, HE PORTENDS A FALLEN DATE. Lord of depths!
SUPREME ACT OF HEROISM—PRIME MOSH FACT, USE ORE. And smelt!
Being a Thrashy progressive Death Metal album, parallels can be drawn to Witheria, the throaty vocals too, with Witheria managing growls and much technical music. A commendable release from Greece.