So, then, Dracul? With a name like this, it better be good. Like, Countess-good or Marduk-good, or maybe even Bathory-good. Or else. Thankfully, there is no "else" because Dracul kicks ass. In the finest black metal fashion, and with bits reminding of those three bands thrown in along the way.
"The Majesty of Our Lord" starts promising, and then goes blastbeat. Before you let things sink in, you get riffs, screams, clean parts, spoken parts, threatening parts and mad parts, clashes and crashes. And - the adrenalin rushes. Yes, those breath-stopping parts that real bands do when they are not trying to be pretentious, philosophical and drugged. If you have those, and you are able to surprise the listener with those, you have awesome music. With furious drums, furious vocals, furious guitar and... Well if I could hear bass I'm sure it would be furious too. Who cares. With a sound this painful, yet, in some dimension only known to Dracul, painfully clear, you don't have to think whether there is something missing or not. This guy is on fire, fire is wherever you look, and you can keep listening, headbanging, observing, smiling and air-guitaring to it. Or you can run, because Dracul is not safe. Bands don't make them like this any more, labels don't release them like this any more and fans are brainwashed into thinking that black metal is something else. It isn't. It is this, right here, in the Storm of Fire, or impaled somewhere in Transylvania, and it is Dracul-good.
Four songs and thirty minutes of excellence.
Source - Funereal Drone