"Barbados, belvedere, Buratino... There's no Belfegor in here..." And rightly so — anachronistic pig-black from BELFEGOR hardly deserves mention in any dictionaries or encyclopedias. "The Work Of Destruction" is a living example of how not to record an album. Clueless drumming, the obnoxious screeching of the bald vocalist, guitars drowning in pick-scraping noises against the strings... This list could go on forever.
Multiply all of the above by atrocious mixing where parts don't line up with each other, adolescent Satanism in the lyrics, a terrible cover, and an even more terrible bonus music video. A curious fact — why is it that every time I watch black metal bassists sliding their fingers along the neck of their Infernal Scramasax (sic!), while the bass is completely absent from the recording, I experience an almost diabolical glee?
Now picture all of that. Then raise the result to whatever power your mind associates with the idiocy of late DARKTHRONE imitators (for me that's an eight on its side — infinity), confidently hit "equals" and... I'd love to name at least a couple of merits on this disc worth purchasing and listening for, but given not even a hint of light at the end of the tunnel, I strongly recommend refraining from desecrating your own eardrums with such... ahem... Well, you get the picture.