SYLVESTER ANFANG II

This album drenched in terribly fuzzy, cranky barbarism should be crystallized with SYLVESTER ANFANG's positive intention for presenting Devil's whispers. Such a doomed atmosphere sounds like the Satan's critical shot in a hysterical manner. There is no clear, clean essence but definite Krautrock-ish confusing maze trauma as if a crazy elder would walk around awkwardly. Yes there is no smooth melody like a water stream nor breath of country air for giving happiness to everyone but horrible negative electro-feedback and magnificent magnetic spiritual concentration.

On the contrary, their soundscape could be felt not as the Satanic Majesty itself but a beastie howl for flattering the Satan, I suggest. Repetitive, convoluted electronic persistence with blurred spelling voices here and there via this album should be enough expressive. E.g. "Het Zilte Nat" is highlighted by simple but matured electronic foggy movements ... namely, some tribute matters for Satanic agents be meant. Something of regret or sorrow can be heard in such a hard-edged electric guitar waterfall, and this unexpressed texture notifies me of sinful echoes created by them.

So ... let me say at last. Love them, very immersing.