I'm a huge fan of The Red in the Sky is Ours and Terminal Spirit Disease.
I don't see how anyone can say The Chasm is directionless, imo there's no other band that utilizes quick structure changes, transitions and build up, climaxes (listen to Callous Spectre/Vehement Opposition), and counterpoint as well as them.
Don't worry, I may be a The Chasm fanboy. But I hate Paramore.
Mercyful Fate is overated
you just don't like it.
im sure the first two were amazing for their time but even those don't do it for me I can see the appeal but its just not my thing.
yes it fucking does
you're not entitled to say two of the best fucking metal albums of all time, objectively speaking of course, are shit
fuck yourself
putting issues of objectivity aside for a second, 'classic' status actually DOES mean you can't just fucking bash something indiscriminately and expect to be taken even half seriously, you have to try to explain how and why the consensus opinion is wrong. or just take the easy, lazy route and say it's not to your tastes.
i actually prefer the first 6 songs on Terminal Spirit Disease to anything else they did.
this stuff about the chasm only applies to some of their more recent stuff which doesn't have the same sense of momentum and, on the latest album especially, feels more like soundscape music, plus maybe their disjointed early stuff which kinda struggled on the structural side of things in general (though there's something kinda wild and magical about that mess all the same imo). i've never heard a metal band more intent on reaching a conclusion as they are on deathcult though, both within songs and, more clearly, in the album as a whole. i mean, maybe it's not always building gradually towards some loud freak out (though they sometimes do that too), but if you want that go listen to post-rock or something. with the chasm there are up moments and big wild peaks and down moments and it all comes in cyclic movements. i also think that their 'climaxes' are often powerful anti-climaxes; just listen to 'the triumph (of my loss)'. that, my friends, is how to end an album - the whole thing feels like an ending, albeit not a tidy, comfortable one.