Most of the band's traits are quite basic considering the record's direction: abrasive tremolo picking, muddy production, blast beats, shrieking vocals, chilling synths and an atmosphere darker than the abyss. The Beast of The Apocalypse still makes a drastic effort to emerge from this musical grouping through riffing patterns and synth designs which weave together despite the band's semi-strange organization (see "I Am Not Worthy to Utter Thy Name"). A lot of the material is churned at pretty straightforward rhythms of all speeds and sizes, something this group does very well; their riffs and ideas are sturdy and acceptably crafted. So where's the pot of gold? Well, probably the lengthy structuring. Every track (not including the intro) lasts for at least five minutes, leaving multiple riffs and tempo shifts per song, and being that none are necessarily bad, "Henosis" becomes quite a satisfying experience, if not a possessed one.

Also, the vocals are really maddening. There's nothing to say about the shrieks, but occasionally the muffled production displays something totally loud and agonizing, like a bleat or an ancient monster roaring after awakening from centuries of dreamless sleep. Pretty crazy stuff. These Dutchmen aren't high on the unhallowed echelon of black metal bands, but what they lack in upfront originality is totally abolished beneath the dark, harnessing atmosphere of "Henosis." The Beast of The Apocalypse hardly stumbles throughout this ritualistic ceremony, not to mention the atmosphere and general feeling upgrades this otherwise-ordinary attack into a devastating creation of pure, unconditional ruin. Perhaps a trifle predictable, but overall pretty consistent stuff.