My mind,
It is pool of blackness…
Depressive Black Metal is a fucked up genre, no one will deny that. But what I'm in a Coffin have created with One Final Action is beyond fucked up.
In a study of the Black Metal genre, you come across corpse paint, forests, and retarded leather costumes with metal studs on them. I'm in a Coffin have surpassed this, and One Final Action places no stock in "looking the part", instead relying completely on the music, and the creation of atmosphere. And in terms of emotion generated, there are few albums that can have such a harrowing effect. The thundering bass, distant yet longing yells, simple yet melodic guitar, and the stripped-down drums combine, leaving a bitter taste and the inevitable feeling that somehow the world has used you. What excels this even more is that unlike most Black Metal, you can understand the lyrics in One Final Action, and they are truly grim.
We are both waiting...
I am a weapon against myself...
One Final Action follows a simple narrative, which tells of happiness for a moment, followed by a return to shit -beginning with thoughts of how they are dangerous to themselves, and ending with the final act of suicide. In the time between they confront themselves, alone. Emotions combine to a giant fuck you to humanity, which is the only was to accurately describe One Final Action. This is a classic of the genre.
This is my coffin,
And it's time to shut the lid...
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