From Bandcamp, "Greek band PHASMA are attempting to meld influences ranging from black metal to brutal death metal and everything in between. The music effortlessly oscillates from sharp black metal riffs to pummeling death metal blasts with matching vocal styles, and even toss in a breakdown or two in the middle. It's something that doesn't seem to work on paper and yet they manage to make it sound cohesive and convincing enough, with songwriting that's elaborate and well thought out to warrant songs lasting beyond mere novelty quick-listen length. Every song seems like an extension if not an improvisation over the previous one, as the band unfurls dimensions within the sound that they have concocted. Bands playing a mix of styles isn't uncommon but to intermingle influences of such disparate, almost contrasting styles is fascinating and remarkable especially when they have high replay value and lasting appeal."

The album has six songs, and are simply titled with Roman numerals. "I" is first. The opening guitar tones sound like the end of the world, and when vocals are added, the sound swells to a deafening roar. From there, the sound is dark, cavernous, and raging, and the band hits every accent along the way with deadly accuracy. "II" is quite chaotic, to the point where the careening freight train is running beyond its stop speed and the wheels are almost coming off the rails. It finally settles just a bit, but ironically, the entire sound it unsettling. "III" is a deep blast of icy air coming from the north…the kind that flows right into your skin and chills you from the inside out. At times, the sound is so pregnant, it could be the very breath of Satan himself.

"IV" is another song that explores every inch of the void. Each riff strike sounds like an earthquake, and the vocals rage beyond recognition. Those harrowing sounds in the middle are frightening enough to turn your hair white as well. "V" sounds like a trip through the intricacies of your worst nightmare, and you are reliving it over and over again. The meaty bass notes sound like the weighted footsteps of a serial killer trailing blood on his way to find you. "VI" is the final song, and it comes at you like a rabid dog who hasn't been fed in weeks. The vocals are horrid, and the song is painted as black as the void. The organ notes calm things down considerably, but their ominous tones remind you that the beast isn't done with you yet.

Controlled chaos is what I call the album. It teeters on the very edge of the precipice of just falling over into the black hole and disappearing forever, but somehow the band manages to maintain control. Much of the music is weighted, aggressive, and intricate, and the vocals reign down continually like a storm of fists on your head. It's a very disturbing death…the kind that ends completely bloody. How can you control something that is literally out of control? Ask PHASMA.