The first thing that comes to mind when I listen to Panzerdaemon's expression in music is "De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas". Both his bass playing and vocations bring a lot of nostalgia to my humble opinion about MAYHEM's first album without Dead. Panzerdaemon and Attila Csihar alike, vocalize in a manner that degrades the music experience for me. The music itself is quite magnificent, but the vocals in both examples somehow rob the album from its majesty. Potential is lying in wait to be grasped, but never reaching the final destination. How they differ is Panzerdaemon at least provided great effort to make this album as dark and naturalistic as possible. While the pitch and shape are not to my liking, his form might be likeable to another. His experimental singing on the other hand, is something to be praised. He's able to convey himself very convincingly. He has the ability to provide great imagery as he indulges in his art. He can go from a villager shunned from his icy society decomposing in frostbite-sheering screams echoing in blast radius of his former home to an disgruntled eagle protecting her young from predators.

As for the bass, he sounds like a reflection of Count Grishnackh. I imagined it being recorded as he lied in fortitude confound atop a pillar. Underneath a bird's view, being a fortress landscaped by the night. His playing would make the night eternal.

The drums actually compliment this utopia of darkness by doing whatever it wants. Often chaotic and loosen restraints, it has no master- just spontaneously painting and slashing the walls. It's not the work of a high-class demon, but nonetheless an arbitrary second-line of defense. It leaves me interested in what this prospect has to offer in the future. The riffs, to provide a reciprocal counterpart, are more maintained by order. They are vivid and lie in décor of colors ranging from one spectrum to another. They are lively and creative and are perpetuated further with the bass watching from above. It is a fine division between color and the absence of it.

This is a decent album. Not spectacular in anyway or horrible in anyway. It is what it is. It's soothing and calming. It liberates you from wandering thought. It entraps you in the present, constantly being bombarded by men leaving their mark behind.