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Overall, Inter- is one of the most flat-out ripping metal albums I’ve heard this year, which is saying a lot considering the amount of music I’m bombarded with on a weekly basis. Mr. Duncan’s singular vision has resulted in something totally unique, a razor-sharp assault on the senses that’s as cerebral as it is utterly neck-wrecking. Consider yourselves warned.
-Josh Haun, That's How Kids Die / MetalBandcamp
For 24 minutes, Inter- roars with the urgency of a timed self-destruct mechanism. Pulse-rifle riffs and leads pour forth in a violent torrent, the drums a pile-driving invocation of horrible, foam-at-the-mouth chaos. All of it an industrial-accident-level cacophony presided over by this voice, this horrible, wonderful oh-you’ve-fucking-had-it-now! madman howl of rage, pain, madness, despair, and enough desperation to choke a vatload of blissed-out science-deniers. See, the secret is, in The Sequence of Prime’s harrowing universe, science, and its mother, nature, do not give one solitary fuck. You, puny human, are inconsequential dust. So realize it, revel in it, and embrace the annihilation.
-Kyle Harcott, Hellbound
“Inter-” is intense and passionate, complex and relentless, and downright fucking heavy. Beyond technically impressive, especially when keeping in mind that the entire thing comes from just one rather mild mannered looking dude from Kansas City, The Sequence Of Prime writes metal music that matches the subject matter perfectly. It is intellectually engaging in every way without its head stuffed too far in its own ass; not too serious, not too heavy, but seriously fucking heavy. Lyrics discussing black holes and other outer space shit with music that is like a 10 ton scientific jackhammer to the back of the head.
-Joshua Decker, Grindthieves
The listener is sonically assaulted with a wall of sound comprised of industrial-tinged thrash and grind, sweeping everything into a vortex of chaos and aggression. The unwary may wonder just what in the hell Duncan is doing, but once one emerges within The Sequence of Prime's music and views the canvas from within the insanity, an appreciation builds for the complex arrangements and raw passion of creation.
-New Wave of Thrash Metal
Duncan seemingly seeks to make each album a complete package, from the artwork to the music to the writings. There is a certain madness to his lyrics, the mad scratchings of one who has journeyed beyond our plane of existence and viewed terrible and incomprehensible things, and it is this madness that draws you in. It is the lure of the unknown, the lure of knowledge forbidden, the lure of passing through the barrier between worlds and between existences.
It’s been two long years (a decade in headbanger years) since Kansas one-man metal militia Brandon Duncan delivered an ass-chapping slab of electro-grind. Inter-, a concept album about black holes and the hostile entities that lurk therein, is worth the interval. From the decimating fusillade of “Tachyon,” a dire warning on the scientific use of void-creating Hadron colliders, to the stop-and-go avalanching of “Schwarzschild Radius,” which imagines, according to the lyrics, “passing through the esophagus” of time, Inter- is intellectual, elite industrial-thrash. ★★★★
-Jarret Keene, Vegas Seven
...a harsh and unforgivingly aggressive release, moving at a blistering pace...
-No Clean Singing