Ptahil’s “The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair” is a visceral romp through the bastions of death metal. The sound of the album is overwhelming. It’s akin to stepping into a wind tunnel wearing your skivvies. You get blown away. If punky, doomy, speed, death metal is your bag, then “The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair” will appear immense in composition and tone. If you are not into the dissonance of sound, then this Indiana band is not for you.
The duo of D. Lucathca and Mhagnhnuis who make up Ptahil released their latest offering via Wraith Productions. Once you get past the nifty names and the satanic schtick, you’ll find that their opening song, ‘Possessed By Death’ is the ultimate mosh pit song. The guitar work begs for violence to be wrought upon your neighbour. D. Luathca handles vocals and his vocals are dark and menacing. But the chorus is easy enough to sing along to. Near the end of the song, it degenerates into what is best described as a whirling dervish type of sound. Indeed you just want to get up and windmill with reckless abandon. For a speed metal freak like me, this song makes me gleefully happy.
From speed metal to more doomy the next song is called ‘Blood, Semen, and Shit’. ‘Blood, Semen, and Shit’ starts out slow and doom laden but then gets fast like a punk song. The song is a cacophony of sound. The over all sound is quite maudlin and dreary despite the speed in the middle. Towards the end it gets more doomy again. Lucathca is quite busy helming vocals, guitars and bass for not only this track, but for the entire album.
To be fair, “The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair” is a lot of the same. It’s a great album to put on and zone out to. ‘Mors Aut Libertas’, ‘Pact With the Devil’ and the title track ‘The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair’ all melded together into one huge grotesque heap of metal. It was halfway through the title track, well eight minutes of the twelve minutes that I realized I had listened to several songs.
Next thing you know, the album is over. It’s a quick forty-two minutes. Ptahil‘s “The Almighty Propagator of Doom and Despair” is loud. The album vacillates between being something that would grate on your nerves and something that would anesthetize you. I’m sure pimply faced mid-western “yutes” trying to enrage their parents or prove how cool they are by listening to such out of the box music will salivate over the album, themes, and lyrics.