Schammasch's efforts here come off more as assortments of basic black/death metal bits than multilayered tracks that have depth or imagination. The opening songs are perfect examples of what "Sic Lvceat Lvx" does best, as the direct, mid-tempo riffs that are everywhere puff along without having any sense of meaning or poignancy. Most of these tracks are geared to support this minimal instrumental attack while the vocalist, whose hateful yelps are decent, smears himself over the by-the-numbers approach. The riffs in general sound like connectors to better sequences that never appear. They are too straightforward and basic to elicit a response, and their effectiveness takes a dive after being the focal point for eighty percent of the record. The production has some meat to its bones, although it entombs the occasional decent riff with the simpler parts that have a stranglehold on this.