Album Review: 666 Majiestiis Sverghs Aoreu by Vöedtæmhtëhactått – A Blackened Journey Through Chaos
Alright, buckle up, metalheads, because we’re diving into 666 Majiestiis Sverghs Aoreu, the unholy brainchild of Ukraine’s very own Vöedtæmhtëhactått. Released back in 2011 under the gloriously DIY banner of "Not On Label," this black metal beast is about as polished as a rusty chainsaw—but that’s kinda the charm, isn’t it?
Now let’s get one thing straight: if you’re looking for sunshine and rainbows here, you’ve wandered into the wrong forest. This album screams raw aggression, frostbitten riffs, and vocals so guttural they could summon Cthulhu himself. But hey, that’s what makes it fun!
Tracks That’ll Haunt You Like Last Night’s Regrets
Let’s zoom in on two tracks that really stuck with me—because when an album has names like Hviorvern Rekrusem Hominner (try saying THAT after a few beers), something’s gotta stand out.
1. “The Fall Of Christianity”
Oh, sweet blasphemy, where do I even start? Right off the bat, the drums hit harder than your ex’s text messages, and those tremolo-picked riffs sound like Satan tuning his guitar for Armageddon. The track feels like a middle finger to organized religion, but instead of being preachy, it just lets the chaos speak for itself. By the time the screeching vocals kick in, you’ll feel like you’ve been dragged through a hedge backwards. In a good way.
2. “Hellish Howl Of Rabid Indignation”
This one’s basically the soundtrack to losing your mind at 3 AM while staring into the void. It’s got all the hallmarks of classic black metal—blast beats faster than your heartbeat during a horror movie, shrieks sharp enough to cut glass, and melodies darker than your future career prospects. There’s something oddly hypnotic about how relentless it is; it’s not trying to win any awards, it just wants to crush your soul. Respect.
Why You Should Care (Or Not)
Vöedtæmhtëhactått doesn’t reinvent the wheel here, but honestly? They don’t need to. What they lack in polish, they make up for in sheer audacity. Listening to 666 Majiestiis Sverghs Aoreu feels like attending a séance hosted by angry ghosts who only know three chords. And yet… there’s beauty in its brutality. Like finding poetry in a dumpster fire.
Sure, some parts drag more than your Monday morning commute, but that’s half the appeal. This isn’t music designed for Spotify playlists or gym workouts—it’s meant to be experienced, preferably alone in a dimly lit room with questionable life choices looming over you.
Final Thoughts: Cats or Dogs?
Here’s the kicker: listening to this album made me wonder whether cats secretly understand black metal better than humans. Think about it—they’re mysterious, nocturnal, and probably plotting world domination. Much like this record, come to think of it.
So grab your corpse paint, crank up the volume, and prepare to embrace the madness. Or don’t. Either way, Vöedtæmhtëhactått won’t lose sleep over it.
