At the same time as the music is intense, it has a relatively melodic touch where bereavement and melancholy reigns. Although the drums rush and whip like an egg-beater, the tremolo riffs lash constantly, and the vocals grate as a rasp on the ear's interior, it doesn't prevent a dreamy mood from settling and linger like lush tree crowns over the sombre forest floor.

The melodies are good and the songs have feisty drift, reverberating in their own sphere, so I see no reason not to recommend The Black Hand Of The Father!