Undergang's signature mix of neanderthalic drumming and stringy, phlegm-like riffs is instantly recognizable to any death metal fan. Equally so is David Torturdød's signature vomit-snarled vocals, all of which immediately will grip one with the fist of festering decay. Although primal and disgusting as ever, the band has always had a penchant for including gloomy moments betwixt their rot-churning disdain. de Syv Stadier Af Fordærv has plenty of those disgusting dynamics, which throw a superb stench into the air with remorseless instrumental fury and equally unsavory vocals, taking everything that made the death metal of old great and plunging it furiously into the carcass of today like a rusted knife designed to open seeping sores and spray pus forth upon all within the vicinity. The pulverizing putrescence does not relent... From the slowest drudges to the grinding fury and all sonic sadism in between, Undergang's newest offering is a viciously unpleasant and a transfixing opus of odors most foul. Woefully brutal, most puny headbangers will simply die from the sheer weight of this thing if they try to lift it onto their turntable. Any remaining will be flattened by the brutal gut-opening notes and will be subjected to twenty minutes thereafter. Although all of the band's albums contain nothing short of true magnificent monstrosities from start to end, the amount of diversity in this miniature tome of auditory violations is impeccable even by the band's high standard. If one finds themselves presented with this cacophony of rot, then be sure not to miss the opportunity to drown in the swampy sludge, it's thrilling! If one can make it through all seven stages of depravity, congratulations on their hardiness, but be prepared to be drawn back for more torture! So, for all of the odious freaks out there, force-feed this slab of sadism.