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This is the kind of hell-blasting blasphemy that I expect from Australian bands, and this time I got it. Thrall are a gleeful slice of low-fi, nun-raping Black Metal from down under, and this is their debut album. The guitar tone is a jangling, spitting churn of evil, the vocals are a Bestial Warlust rasp of hate, and the songs are long, pummeling workouts in Second-Wave orthodoxy. Sometimes Thrall go a bit overboard on the drawn-out arrangements, and I don't think most of these songs needed to be as long as they are, but they don't feel as long as they really are either. Aggressive, screaming BM with just a hint of artful pretension to lift it above the ordinary and make it stand out. Promising.