1997 release ** This is an all-instrumental affair with classic thrash serving as the binding link throughout, but there are other elements that have been thrown in like doom, the second major ingredient, death and even power metal. Although thrash seems like the prevalent genre, there are times when its presence is disputable like on the contrasting doom/proto-death carnival "Snuff Movie", or on "El Canto Del Chivo" which develops as vintage doom until a brutal deathy break arrives splitting the song into two. The mentioned two numbers are not letdowns, not by a long shot; on the contrary, they actually insert a hefty doze of unpredictability which becomes even bigger once "1000 Cortez" has passed, a weird power/thrashing galloper with a heavy bass bottom overwriting the guitars at times; it’s downright bizarre to hear the traditional galloping motif guided by the bass instead of the guitars. Eccentric, compelling stuff the band serving two technical thrash/doomsters ("Mojolo", "Ted Bundy") later, both marvellous twisters in the best tradition of the Confessor debut, before things get transferred into the Cathedral camp for the title-track; this is how the British doom legends would have sounded if they had decided to venture into the more intricate side of the good old thrash, pure varied bliss that won’t stop to amaze the listener till the very end, also preparing the setting for the arrival of "Into the Void"… yes, a Black Sabbath cover, only vocal-less, exquisitely performed without too many outside-the-box ventures, its thrashy precursor’s significance even more audible now without Ozzy’s involvement; with doom finally taking over completely for "Church of The Dead", classic trad doom at its finest with female chants accompanying the somber officious proceedings creating a funereal, black mass-like atmosphere. A very interesting recording combining two contrasting styles as the dominant ones, not giving strict preferences to either, pulling out the best of both, making the fan guess till the very end as to what direction the album would swing on the next track: thrash, doom, or something quirkily amalgam-ish with other additives provided as well. A unique entry that would fascinate a wider gamut of fans, not only the doom and thrash one as the resultant symbiosis evokes encompassing vistas those merely described as high-quality metal. It’s a pity that these three Mexican musketeers never attempted another such offering; this aquarium… sorry, larvaerium must have had some more hidden surprises in stall... it’s unfathomable, I’ve heard people say, having borrowed wisdom from both the ancient Mayas and Aztecs.