The howl of wolves and a haunting acoustic melody combine for the esoteric and atmospheric intro which piques the listener’s interest, causing you to lean in as if you just missed a faint whisper only to have a fucking drill inserted into your ear, the canal vomiting gore. SATHANAS are dirty and catchy as hell, combining a penchant for stellar riffing with a hellacious guitar tone reminiscent of a bit of early OBITUARY spliced with old SLAUGHTER. The result is a fierce and gritty Death Metal sound firmly rooted in the old-school and firmly devoted to kicking the shit out of the listener.
Listen to the album’s opening riff. If your neck is not fucking sore then you are about as familiar with Death Metal as the Academy is familiar with films. This monstrous lead foreshadows the entirety of the disc as the thick and deliberate drumming kicks in and the mid-paced atmosphere alight your senses. The simplistic rhythms and catchy vocal patterns often belie the technicality of the riffage and the sophistication of the songwriting as a whole. The punchy sound is raw and fueled by a sense of energy not far from a band performing in their element before a crowd. This certain old-school rooted charm is what gives the album life and keeps your head-banging along through the entirety.
While there is no doubt this album is the essence of classic Death Metal as the genre was intended, there is still a bit of color and charm which SATHANAS utilizes in an attempt to differentiate their sound. This is most prevalent in the Black Metal styled vocal work which is a bit raspier and higher pitched than the typical growl. Paul Tucker sounds rough and fucking evil, perfectly complimenting the vicious guitars and satisfying that extra dimension which rides the success of the riffs down your throat. Bill Davidson also throws in a couple of background growls here and there which certainly adds flair and intensity via a bit of range.
If you could use some more old-school Death Metal which is riff-oriented and contains enough solid bass and guitar solos to retroactively abort your first-born then “Entering The Diabolic Trinity” is certainly for you. Mid-paced rock-the-fuck-out Metal has not sounded this fresh in a long while and the mere catchiness of the insane riff-gallery warrants mandatory listening alone. (Online April 10, 2006)