Infernum's second album, The Curse, arrives 14 years after the band's inception, two following the suicide of founder Anextiomarus, and, even as posthumous efforts go, it feels really patched together. First off, its seven tracks barely total 30 minutes, making one wonder if it even qualifies as a proper album; secondly, said tracks represent a confusing variety of raw black metal sub-styles (with synths, without synths, slow, then blastbeat city), as if its creators couldn't come to an agreement on their actual direction; and, thirdly, some arrangements simply don't sound quite finished, or at least were poorly recorded (see the title track's tipsy percussion, for example). The last is actually understandable since there exists an entire strain of black metal (dating back to its very progenitors, Venom, and evident through the ages in the work of Hellhammer, Bathory, and Darkthrone) which is based on intentionally rough recording techniques and rudimentary performance, both aspects being considered ultimate proof of the band in question's uncompromising, anti-establishment attitude. However, the above do require the essential ingredients of great songs to rise up through the murk and imperfection, and, despite the odd memorable moments midway through "Storm Rider," and the early Darkthrone-feeling "Epitaph," The Curse is, on the whole, far too average and derivative to deserve a good endorsement. As it stands, it barely offers a final will and testament for the expired Anextiomarus, since it appears his cohorts completed most of the recordings in a hurry after his demise.
AllMusic Review by Eduardo Rivadavia