Album Review: Post Traumatic Syndrome – Absence Of A Pain
Alright, buckle up, because we’re diving into Absence Of A Pain, the 2012 metal masterpiece from Russia’s Post Traumatic Syndrome. Released under Depressive Illusions Records, this album is a chaotic cocktail of Death Metal, Doom Metal, and Black Metal—basically, all the good stuff that makes your neighbors hate you when you crank it up at 2 AM.
Let’s get one thing straight: this isn’t background music for your yoga class or whatever. This is heavy, guttural, and emotionally raw—like someone screaming into the void while wearing spiked armor. It’s also really, really good.
Now, I’ve gotta shout out two tracks that stuck with me like gum on a shoe. First up, “Suffering Of Soul.” Holy crap, this song hits harder than your ex’s new Instagram captions. The riffs are slow and crushing, like a funeral march for your hopes and dreams. But then there’s this haunting melody that sneaks in, almost hopeful, like a tiny ray of sunlight breaking through a thunderstorm. Or maybe it’s just gaslighting you. Either way, it’s unforgettable.
Then there’s “Collision In Hell,” which sounds exactly like its title promises—a total banger that’ll leave you questioning your life choices. The drumming? Insane. The vocals? Pure chaos. By the time it ends, you’ll feel like you’ve been hit by a truck, but in a good way. Like, “Wow, I survived that!” kind of way.
The rest of the album keeps the energy alive with tracks like “Silence Waiting” (which ironically doesn’t wait for silence) and “Forgive Me” (spoiler alert: they don’t). Each song feels like a chapter in some dark, twisted novel where everyone dies tragically—and honestly, isn’t that what metal’s all about?
What’s wild is how Post Traumatic Syndrome blends genres without losing their identity. You’ve got the aggression of Death Metal, the despair of Doom Metal, and the frostbitten vibes of Black Metal all mashed together. And yet, it works. It’s like a dysfunctional family reunion that somehow produces great art instead of awkward silences.
So yeah, Absence Of A Pain might not be for everyone. If you’re into bubblegum pop or elevator music, steer clear. But if you love heavy music that punches you in the face and then hugs you afterward, this album is worth every minute.
Final thought: Listening to this record made me realize something profound. Life is pain, sure, but sometimes pain can sound pretty damn awesome. Now excuse me while I go blast “Collision In Hell” again and scare my cat.
