Planet ZOG - The End

This is 2002 and counterproductive musical pieces are rampantly popping up from everywhere like mushrooms. These bands usually lack spirit, enthusiasm, dedication, originality, quality and inherently every obvious factor that makes any kind of Art truly enjoyable and transcendental. These bands also try to justify their irrefutable failure on claiming their music is just a soundtrack for a revolution. Anyway, they fail, as they most closely resemble a disgusting mass of rotten juvenile pubic hair in a near-literal sense. Many of these bands are also very politically oriented and resemble themselves more than the idea they're attempting to worthlessly emulate. Something that takes the worst things of the newest segment of the Black Metal movement fused with a plastic kind of pathetic forced innovation and a completely punk song-writing is simply disgusting. And yes, this obviously belongs to that category, as this seems to be a rip-off of nothing particular but something which was the worst of everything and the only thing you remember about it is the band itself just being too miserable to remember any specific song.

This underman shit deed can be described as a shitty collection of modern Black Metal filler riffs almost directly inherited from the least-good parts of newest Darkthrone and Grand Declaration of War coalesced to more senseless filler thrown in, thus being the sonic equivalent of emetophagia. Arguably calling this emetophagia is a bit too pleasant and abstinent, perhaps sculpting deformed raw mid-size figurines of naked Negro musclemen with huge cocks out of clay would work better for the methodology of writing this album? It's not like it's only that commiserative it resembles teenager's pubic hair, eating vomit and clay gay-porno, Planet Zog in some aspects appears to be an attempted abortion to make a Cowboys from Hell adaptation to Black Metal. Planet Zog is infested with excessive angst and whine that exerts itself to create a 'intense violence and hate' atmosphere but only forges you a mental image of a high-school girl fight. Yes, I wouldn't be surprised this is unintentional because although he derangedly fails at doing it, Kaiser Wodhanaz wants to be a very tough Nazi guy with a very strict kind of totalitarian ideology. None of the lyrics display explicit bigotry: they're either highly militaristic and "hateful" or vaguely nationalist childish dadaist rambling completely lacking any sense (KAMPF, KRIEG UND SIEG UND WANG, COCK, SIEG SIEG!).

As it was previously said, this has a very obsessive emphasis on fake aggression and toughness which castrates the little potential the album could have had; this album's guitar songwriting is a very displeasing trebly execution of a perpetual recycle of just a few randomly borrowed filler riffs from randomly chosen post-Black Metal bands that are almost as revoltingly fecal as this is. Knock-knock? Who's there? Bass? No? Not really much of it. And what can we say about that wonderful thing that shows us the way riffs should go through, namely Drums? They're so fast executed and mechanic sounding quasi-blast beats it almost sounds like if they weren't there. Some people simply can't understand playing Metal isn't Sonic the Hedgehog. The vocals are constant in the way they are mildly digitally distorted shrieks with little place for variety. A great part of the structure consist of a basic tremolo riff unforeseeably displaced by another, much can't be said about it. The emaciated production, very thin for its general absence of bass, being mostly very sharp and exhausted with inefficient expansibility, successfully allows the rest of the instruments to be audible but mitigating much of their strength. There's also a significant presence of some samples, ranging from disjointed industrial loops to ridiculed Islamic prayers that as well maximize a great part of the countless bad qualities of this album.

This album is truly avoidable, it's the same loathsome band of always that exists within all genres that displays nothing more than a synthesis of using clichés that could make you sound good at times can turn everything into total shit. However, this isn't as deplorable and unintentionally humorous to be listened just out of morbid curiosity, but repugnant enough to be considered a shame for the NSBM bands. There's practically no reason to get this.