Prometheus
The last outing and the nail in the coffin for the trve black metal Emperor. Ihsahn uses the opportunity to set the stage for his eclectic solo career. The cult-like subgenre can be quite a stickler for a certain sound, and this album certainly has pushed some (mixpanel) buttons. Well, except for lo-fi harpischores and synths attempting to sound like stringed instruments.
What has been initiated by the likes of Dissection and Bathory had come to full effect. Prometheus: The Discipline Of Fire & Demise features squeels that sound like ten year olds emulating Dickinson, to unbelieveably intricate compositions that can only be described as 'd*mn!'.
Ihsahn's haunting screams are bone-chilling. The drumming is furious, the orchestration ... experimental. Prometheus brought fire in a cold, stale subgenre.