I wonder if there is one review out there at all that doesn’t mention the name Krisiun when describing this band. Not just sounding like Krisiun, they practically are Krisiun (or maybe vice versa? I don’t know who genuinely came first). In fact, track 5 ("Flagellation Of Christ") is also a guitar/synth instrumental. On the other hand, I haven’t heard clones of any riffs on this CD, all the music is indeed original. The drums are faster than my friend Ann-Marie cooking some spaghetti and cleaning up the house with the aid of an agile Asian woman just as some guests unexpectedly come over to visit. I bet I couldn’t even consume a 100 gram bar of Dairy Milk after being sheltered in a small Eskimo hut for months and being fed nothing but seafood and crappy Hershey’s bars more quickly than the way Sandro M. (drums) moves from one snare hit to the next. The only problem is half the time the snare sounds like a piece of tupperware, the other half it’s barely audible. At first I was thinking of a million ways this album could be improved by perhaps introducing at least one other type of beat, but as with the predecessors to the "fast as fuck drums or nothing" idea, Sarcofago, as well as Krisiun, it just works somehow. Sometimes this stuff literally sounds like Slayer at high speed. "…And the Immortals Shall Rise", "Spawning The Rebellion" and "Hell’s Decree" really made this album for me, "Triumph Of The Unholy Ones" a good choice for a closer. Even if I disliked this album, based on how pissed off this music is and how tall the guy on the left in the band picture appears (I’m not sure who is who), I think I’d want to stay on Rebaelliun’s good side. I mean, I’m fucking brutal and all, but Marcello Marzari’s vocals make me want to run away and let my cat and her baby-rabbit/bird/mice/whatever-else-she-has-left-on-our-doorstep-shredding claws deal with him. The album also benefits from a solid, warm, well-balanced production (except that snare drum!), far superior to their At War mcd. Packing all this together with angry, dark riffs and massively ear-piercing, well-played leads, Rebaelliun stands ready to bake a cake of violent hate (hail to the old Brazilian band of the same name) and serve it at The Next Supper.

Written By: Abbas