{"id":21048,"date":"2015-03-10T13:00:26","date_gmt":"2015-03-10T18:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=21048"},"modified":"2015-03-09T21:54:13","modified_gmt":"2015-03-10T02:54:13","slug":"review-leviathan-scar-sighted","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/review-leviathan-scar-sighted\/","title":{"rendered":"Review: Leviathan – Scar Sighted"},"content":{"rendered":"
Jef Whitehead’s last album was an oddity. Like many, I was disappointed in True Traitor, True Whore<\/em>. As a testament to Wrest’s rage against his criminal charges, it succeeded, creating an air of palpable spite in its dark, punkish ferocity; as a Leviathan<\/strong> album, though, it fell flat. The riffs and arrangements had been grossly simplified. The deep complexity that had made Wrest’s previous albums like\u00a0Massive Conspiracy Against All Life<\/em> so richly compelling had been sacrificed for pure primal rage.<\/p>\n All wrongs are righted with the release of Scar Sighted<\/em>, Leviathan’s newest full-length release and first since True Traitor, True Whore<\/em>. In fact, Scar Sighted<\/em> puts forth some of the most consistent yet diverse material in all of Whitehead’s considerable discography.<\/p>\n The release of a new Leviathan album post-2011 is an occasion for critics to wet themselves with glee as they analyze not just the music contained therein but all the extra-musical circumstances that may have factored in to the album’s songwriting. The conversation of separating art from its creator is one that has long been discussed even just in the tiny sphere of the metal world. I have nothing to add that has not already been said a million times before, so for this review I’d like to focus solely on the music (what a concept).<\/p>\n As a musician, Whitehead exists in the pantheon of Great Artists willing to reinvent themselves over and over in pursuit of perfection. With Scar Sighted<\/em>, he is one step closer. This album proves Whitehead is unafraid to draw from his own unique, immediately identifiable style and recreate it in a way unlike any of his past works.<\/p>\n After a brief introductory track, the album proper begins with “The Smoke of Their Torment,” a roaring black metal mini-epic reminiscent at times of The Ruins of Beverast at their darkest. “Dawn Vibration” follows with a flurry of metallic hammer-on riffs and a soaring tremolo picked coda, and the album is on its way.<\/p>\n