Obviously, the sole quality behind "Seven Chalices" will appeal to metalhead's on any level: ravenous death metal showing tints of Celtic Frost's fury, the doom of Autopsy, and the annihilated edge provided by countless other classic bands that crafted a stern, violent legacy. Teitanblood thrashes in a maniacal frenzy loaded with riff after riff of stellar worship of these groups, doused in the band's own individualism that features well-written objects blasted into obilivion through the proper idolization of said factions and qualities; nothing fancy at all, but it does the trick. The album does have a unique ability to grow on the listener, making it even more irresistible after the onslaught has become a custom. Overall, nothing about Teitanblood is totally original per se, yet they have a blood-stained power to capture the best of death/black metal in its primordial stage, only a few decades ex post facto. Many try, only few succeed; Teitanblood earns their right to boast the later.

Also, the record sounds like it was taped under an unearthed tomb beneath the world's most notorious Indian burial ground; totally unbalanced, unclear and dirtier than worms in filth. Teitanblood's direction is definitely the one quality some will love and others detest. "Seven Chalies" runs for a monolithic hour under the sign of old-school extreme metal that typically remains in the same circumference of material, yielding minimal variety overall. I do believe Teitanblood is dynamic enough to eject the issue for the most part, but it's definitely something that needs awareness, yet they make up for it with riffs, riffs, riffs, and more soul-slaying riffs.