As my first formal introduction to Furze and their "Furzing Black Metal," I have to say this song is perfect for getting to know Furze's sound. Horrendously recorded guitars blister past thick, obnoxious bass lines that skitter underneath, all while furious blastbeating goes on in the background, oblivious of how equal parts sinister and goofy it sounds. At one point, the song even breaks down into an honest fist-pumper of a riff, the likes of which is pure, chaotic fun.

"Demonic Order in the Eternal Fascist's Hall," meanwhile, keeps the energy high; its hollow dementia sounds like Darkthrone pretending to play through one of their own songs sloppily---only with random periods of hypnotic, gibberish incantations over wavering stoner riffs too! It is followed by the surreal "Beneath the Wings of the Black Vomit Above." "Above" starts off with some random swirls of spaced-out distortion before launching into a ferocious burst of ripping lo-fi BM that sounds very serious about kicking one's ass despite the half-mocking tone of the band as a whole. As the song goes careening towards a cliff, things hang for an awkward second of vocal hisses and impatient bass before exploding again into more paranoid, can't-sit-still insanity.

The first side closes with "The Deeds that grasp to the Candle's Shade." A crippled tremolo-melody weaves in-and-out of a forest of crazy drumming, only to dart past in a speedy riffing section. The whole composition actually toes a very fine line between being mentally-insane and absolutely genius---in my opinion, it is this tension that makes the music so enjoyable. Anyone who doesn't believe me should check out the only slightly coherent beat-down towards song's end and see if it doesn't not only make a perverted kind of sense but rock out at the same time!

The disc's second half---The Wealth of the Penetration in the Abstract Paradigmas of Satan---is no less entertaining that the aforementioned first portion. Kicking off with "Mandragora Officinarum," the rest of the disc takes a dive even further into wacky but generally vicious black metal. "Officinarum," for example, begins with some surprisingly melancholy guitar-fuzz melodies and bass belches only to mushroom into slow-paced but crushing black metal. Oh, and by crushing, I mean a rainstorm of trashcans; the production is clear but never crisp, making everything sound shaky and anorexic. Don't ask me how, but it f*cking works! Hell, the band's launch into a majestic lo-fi slow-head-bang mid-song can seriously (and with a straight face) be described as epic.

"Goatbreath" is grimy Darkthrone worship played at light-speed. The musicianship is so unhinged here it almost seems like they're being messy on purpose---truly, Furze seems more concerned with poking mischievous fun than burning churches or the like. As if to prove my point, the song stops being BM at all for a while, content instead to rampage at a simmering, slow-burn of mildew-crusted buzz. When Reaper lets loose an insanity-ridden howl over more shredding lo-fi madness, half the fun is guessing how much of it is serious or not.

"Deep in the Pot of Fresh Antipodal Weave" conjures a quasi-voodoo ritual vibe, ripe with intoxicated instrumentation and freakishly tortured howls. As really the only way of describing the alien, unnatural tone of the song, not much else about it can be said. Closing cut "Djerve Djevel" kicks off with surprisingly fierce militancy before launching into what sounds like Satanic Black Sabbath worship. This tongue-in-cheek homage to the masters is soon annihilated by one last blast of incomprehensible black metal, both head-scratching and personally satisfying at the same time.