Ok, enough of the self-flagellation, I have an album to review and what an album it is. I’m actually incredulous with myself right now, seriously contemplating my ‘Man Of Much Metal’ tag, and whether it should be replaced with ‘Idiot of Some Metal’. What an utter, unmitigated cock-up on my part. The Swedes have been around since 1989, when I could still count my age in single digits. And it isn’t as if this is their second or third record since recently forming. And that’s exactly what Necrophobic bring here, on ‘Dawn Of The Damned’. How the devil did I let Necrophobic pass me by until now? I mean, HOW? I love blackened death metal, especially the kind that injects overt melody into the abrasive, aggressive tumult. Oh for the love of all that is evil, not again.
