One man groan ' n' grimefest Weno handles all instruments and human utterances, so no wonder he gets tired. Having rested a while during the late 90's, after years of cult status in Finland, he's back with this short CD, to show just how strange he is. Recording in the old method, his music is supposed to be timeless, relying on trance-enhanced arrangements, and some of these creepy guitar-driven dirges, can be compelling: just so long as they don't become law. Weno keeps his voice out of it, apart from background clouds of slow motion rasping, and the rest is a solid sheet of insects for you to wrap yourself in.

Bleak, harsh and repulsive, it doesn't descend too far into maddening morbidity because of an occasional guitar sound that harks back to the earliest Christian Death era. He says he's more Metal than Goth, and you can easily see the whole Doom thing at work. In fact if it wasn't so basic you'd think he'd be a natural for Cold Meat Industry. I can't imagine anyone enjoying this, outside of Black Metal dunderheads will probably find it symphonic.

LIFELESS
BALLET OF THE KILLED BIRDS
IN HOLLOW HABITUS
FROM THE OTHER SIDE
RETURN TO THE SHADOW