Goatwhore is neither subtle nor complex, nor should it be. It's black metal, not black prog-rock. Drummer Zak Nolan does amphetamine time on the double bass, bassist Pat Bruders brings the deep roar of the underworld to the forefront and Ben Falgoust, whipped into a demonic fury by Sammy Duet's excoriating guitar, seethes and bubbles as if he's just witnessed Cthulu giving the short-arm inspection to those codgers from Venom. The lyrics are impenetrable sheets of bile and heresy, but occasional snippets emerge from the hellstorm: "A serpent of wisdom (unintelligible) coming to take my heart to this evil," Falgoust promises, and you have no choice but to believe him. Birds drop from the sky, dark clouds mass on the horizon, water turns brackish and blood coagulates in blank eye sockets. Goatwhore forsakes the artistry and artifice of its European brethren, relying instead on a brutish, ugly excess of power focused through hate to make its point.