T.A.O.S.: Passion Sodomy Terror

Sick sounds from the rubber rooms of Hell

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It’s worth pointing out that T.A.O.S. stands for The Arrival Of Satan.

After a few seconds of opening tirade Traitor Brigade, it’s fairly apparent that these Gallic miscreants are batting for the dark side of the Force while remaining devoted to screwing mankind to a cross and mocking its squirming death.

T.A.O.S. are servants of the frostbitten blast and skewed, morbid melodies that insinuate their way between the percussive cracks. The white-out grind of Lolita In Furs is the most obvious moment when this project’s past as purveyors of industrial scree surfaces, but the sheer iciness of anti-songs like Worst Is To Come,_ Sterile_ and the unsettling The Intruder points to an admirable consistency of vision from mainman Saint Vincent.

Meanwhile, vocalist Necropiss sounds like a bug-eyed Satanic priest consumed by demons and a babbling maniac with his dick caught in his zip. There’s also a song called Vagina. Insane and occasionally enthralling.

Dom Lawson

Dom Lawson has been writing for Metal Hammer and Prog for over 14 years and is extremely fond of heavy metal, progressive rock, coffee and snooker. He also contributes to The Guardian, Classic Rock, Bravewords and Blabbermouth and has previously written for Kerrang! magazine in the mid-2000s.