As a fan of black metal, I find myself using plenty of
different adjectives to describe the sounds of the genre. A few of my favorites: “filthy,” “godless,” “muddy,”
“dense,” “soul-crushing,” “bleak,” “hopeless,” and “devastating.” You can make fun combos like “devastatingly
godly” or “soul-crushingly heavy” that really speak to the music. But grammar lesson aside, the reason I bring
up black metal descriptors is that on Teethed
Glory and Injury, the third full-length from Ireland’s Altar of Plagues,
the band seems to be trying to encapsulate all
of them.
