It also draws unabashedly from the same stylistic fountain as Weakling or Wolves in the Throne Room, both admirable bands to count among your influences but both of whom have made their own mark upon modern metal and have no need of someone else to make it for them. The bare-faced catalog of influences alone shouldn't immediately damn Paramnesia's work, but the French solo-dude-turned-quartet adds little beyond a pair of new epic-length song-cairns to the field of chiseled monuments that already existed. Taken on their own, Paramnesia produce impressively heavy results; heard in the context of their forebears and contemporaries, the band's new record achieves the well-intentioned redundancy of any modest facsimile.

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