| Our generation is a dishonest lot if we insist on attention to detail, though; when we are all in the cold, hard ground, centuries down the line, our collective epitaph should read: “You get the general idea.” It is our motto. As long as we can get a feel for what’s going on, the particulars of how it gets the job done aren’t of interest. (This has been the central tenet of American national policy now since at least 1980.) What going on with Kataklysm is this: there’s a bunch of long-haired guys from Quebec rocking the roof off the building, and they’re throwing in a little horror-movie vibe just for good measure. Unconstrained by convention, they even smuggle proper rock-n-roll licks into a brutal death-metal environment and get away with it. They don’t let up for even a minute, and they know better than to overstay their welcome: the whole of Epic: the Poetry of War clocks in just under 45 minutes, which means that you can listen to it from beginning to end before leaving the house in the morning for work, which is exactly what we here in the LPTJ offices recommend you do. |
