“It’s a ruthless beating, like a giant pounding a girder against concrete pylons, and the whine of the guitar feels like ants swarming under the skin. The effect is all the more disturbing (yet riveting) because of the tortured and enraged extremity of the vocals. Those horrid roars, ravenous snarls, and wild screams put the hairs up on the neck while start-stop bursts of brutalizing punishment constantly shove us off-balance, and those ants frantically feed on veins.”

“Listening to this collection of evil tinted sounds is like having one’s features constantly twisted into a “stank face”. The whole effort is so disgustingly heavy and unbelievably large in scale that it’s sure to leave some sort of crater in the consciousness of expectant and unsuspecting listeners alike. (9/10)”

“. . . holy shit is that Mikael Akerfeldt? Maybe a demon? Possibly even a Mikael Akerfeldt demon? The answer is yes; it is all those things and so much before, because Tyler Campbell apparently has the vocal depth of hell itself.”

“The fire on this recording is almost physical. Guitar and drum arrangements and performances are certainly exciting, but the vocal scourge truly sets this apart from the pissed-at-life crowd.”

“Musically, Tyler Campbell brings a number of interesting, massive groove and death oriented passages intent on grinding your ears into a pulp.”

“. . . this is a concentrated aural attack that peels flesh from bone with sheer ferocity and raw power. Nott seeks to violently confront any and all listeners, and leave them crushed in the dust, and damned if it’s not good at that.”

“The vocals, as always, are almost vomited to you and that’s one of the key elements to Nott‘s insanely twisted sound. And the lyrical content is quite good, depicting this divine eradication in a putrid but somewhat beautiful manner.”