Aherusia’s "Prometheus Seven Principles On How To Be Invincible" – A Blackened Folk Metal Masterpiece That Kicks Ass
If you’re looking for an album that punches you in the gut and then drags your soul through fire, Prometheus Seven Principles On How To Be Invincible by Aherusia is it. This Greek black metal/folk metal hybrid from 2017 isn’t just another release—it's a goddamn war cry wrapped in raw emotion and ancient vibes. With Prime Eon Media backing them up and Dimitris N. Douvras handling production duties like some sort of sonic alchemist, this test pressing feels less like music and more like a ritual meant to summon something primal.
Let’s dive into two tracks that stick with you long after the last note fades: "Ἀνώνυμος - Anonymous" and "Βίας καί Κράτους Θραύσας Δεσμά - Breaking The Chains Of Atrocity."
First off, “Anonymous” hits hard right outta the gate. Tho’s electric guitar riffs sound like they were forged in hellfire itself, while Voreas Faethon’s vocals tear through the mix like a banshee screaming at the void. It’s not just brutal; there’s a haunting melody lurking beneath all the chaos, thanks to Aidhor’s relentless drumming keeping everything grounded (or maybe ungrounded?). You can feel the tension building track by track, but here? Here’s where it explodes. This song sticks because it’s both aggressive as fuck and oddly hypnotic—like staring into a storm knowing full well it’ll destroy you.
Then we’ve got “Breaking The Chains Of Atrocity,” which might as well be the soundtrack to a revolution. Drakhon’s basslines are so thick they could choke a dragon, and when paired with those blast beats and shrieked lyrics about defiance and liberation, it’s impossible not to bang your head until your neck snaps. There’s a moment midway where the folk influences creep in—a fleeting acoustic break that makes the return to full-on carnage even more devastating. It’s like catching your breath only to realize you’re still drowning. Brutal doesn’t even begin to cover it.
What sets this album apart isn’t just its technical brilliance or genre-bending style—it’s how fucking alive it feels. Every scream, every riff, every pounding beat screams authenticity. And yeah, maybe the mix is rough around the edges sometimes, but that’s what makes it real. No overproduced nonsense here; this is blood, sweat, and probably tears poured straight onto wax.
But here’s the kicker—the thing nobody tells you about Aherusia: listening to this record feels like standing on the edge of a cliff during a thunderstorm. Sure, it’s dangerous and chaotic as hell, but there’s beauty in that chaos too. Like Prometheus himself stealing fire from the gods, this album dares you to take something powerful and make it yours.
So if you wanna hear music that sounds like rebellion distilled into soundwaves, grab this test pressing before it disappears forever. Just don’t say I didn’t warn ya—it’ll leave scars.
Oh, and one last thought: If these guys ever played live, I’d bet my left kidney the stage would collapse under the sheer weight of their intensity. Take that however you want.
