There are a lot of very special black metal bands and black metal albums. But there is no album that achieves the same terrible perfection and establishes its own echelon of superlative mastery as Weakling's _Dead as Dreams_. It's hard to think of it as "just" black metal, but if you do think of it that way, there is no better album.
If making such a claim, a good review would at this point undertake to explain, to some extent at least, _why_ this is the greatest black metal album of all time. A bold claim such as this needs something to back it up! Well, honestly, I must ask that you simply take my word for it. No, I have not heard EVERY black metal album ever made -- but I say with certainty that there is no better black metal album than this. Listening to it is a revelation that reveals the absolute truth that it is greater than anything.
Some will want more than this, but here is the problem -- how can i use my limited literary skills to convey the sheer greatness of _Dead of Dreams_? How do you describe music so awesomely, epically nihilistic that that angels would commit suicide if they listened to it? What can I say about these five huge tracks, all between 10 and 20 minutes in length, that reveal such cosmic aural horror that is virtually unintelligible for human language? What words describe the perfection of the vocals, which sound like a troll getting devoured by a pack of wild dogs? How can i give any adequate description of the soul-crushing violence of the incredible blasting metal, or the abyssal doomy sludge? What possibly comparison can I make to any other black metal album, when this is so much more than black metal, so much more than even the _greatest_ black metal? It would be as absurd a comparison as King Crimson to Nickelback just because they are in the "rock" category.
i could mention how you have probably not heard of Weakling. They existed only briefly in the late 90s, releasing only one album called _Dead as Dreams_, never touring, and breaking up without much fuss. But this does not add anything to the substance of the album other than create a bit of a mystique if I spin things like, "Oh Weakling was so good it just wasn't possible for mad genius such as this to continue for long..." I could also say it's strange that the greatest of all black metal comes not from the lands Scandinavia, but San Francisco. if you are inclined to believe, like i do, that the greatest masterpieces tend to be unfairly obscure, then perhaps this will make this review more convincing somehow.
this album is a revelation, like i said -- revelation in the sense that its "truth" has a standard outside any normal standard of _reason_. A lot of things one can intelligbly say about it are reducible to general traits that a lot of black metal has. It's just that this album has that _something_, that MAGIC, that you _cannot_ really talk about, the way you can talk about blast beats, screaming, evil guitar distortion, dirty production, etc.