I let a friend of mine borrow this album the other day and decided to take another listen in honor of it. I forgot how disgustingly good it is.

You gotta love something so classic and Renaissance as DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man to be tampered with and exploited to fit the artistic musings of a death metal band. The “supernatural art” of this album is exactly what Anders Friden says it is. It’s above and beyond. Besides, after this album, In Flames started down the rocky, well-trodden, and shit-streaked path of mainstream. It’s still good, hell it’s still amazing…but it’s still streaked with brown. It’s much like what’s been happening since the dawn of good music. Eventually, most of it just gets corrupted and stretched to fit a wider demographic. Clayman falls in just before that. I love it.

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