Can determinedly ominous, loud punk-metal-pop crossover sound run of the mill? Hell yes, and Mahkra was one of many examples flooding the market in the early 21st century. It's tense music with portentous chord changes and vocals (uncredited) that are alternately howled and screamed-sung in such a manner that you can almost see the phlegm. It would be tenser, though, if there was some significant variation in the tortured, self-flagellating mood. That pull-out-the-stops grindcore throaty scream-sing is pulled out so often that it loses any dramatic or shock effect and sounds faintly comic and cartoonish in its overuse. For all the bluster, several of the songs center around disappointment in relationships, though relayed in a somewhat obscure fashion. "I slit my wrists," they chant a few times in "The Greatest Story Every Told." They'd better watch out; if they keep in that groove this incessantly, their crowds might be cheering them on to act out those words.
AllMusic Review by Richie Unterberger