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THYRANE - SYMPHONIES OF INFERNALITY - WOODCUT
One casual glance at the CD title probably says more than the rest of the review and, well, so it should be. Sadly though, the band employ that most heavenly of instruments (the pathetically pop keyboard) full time and degrade themselves to the level of a Emperor, but strong lyrical imagery and bouts of brilliance as in the strongly metal riff on Devil Messiah, etc prove these Finns have it in them to thrash out real black metal if they wanted, but probably won't because of all the negative limp-wristed influences they've absorbed in the last decade. - Ali "The Metallian"

THYRANE - HYPNOTIC - SPIKEFARM/CENTURY MEDIA
It is redundant to say that Thyrane is a commercial dance band with delusions of heavy metal. After all Thyrane hails from Finland. Still, compared to just a couple of years ago when the band portrayed an image of corpse paint and inverted crosses this line-up has become markedly worse. The keyboard-oriented sound occasionally mimics a metallic riff, but more often comes across as a poor man's Rammstein, a beggar's techno band, a wanna-be's dance band clinging to warmed-over hard rock.
The faulty material and weak delivery are symptomatic of a broader phenomenon. That is, on the north-eastern edge of Europe stands a country whose inhabitants have been brainwashed into believing 'metal' to be a catch-all phrase applying to everything from Depeche Mode to Ministry to Iron Maiden. Grown men are wearing bullet belts, spikes and long hair and walking around this suspect country headbanging to an electrical piano - and not dying of humiliation.
May Sweden invade this domain of the metal leper. - Ali "The Metallian"

THYRANE - TRAVESTY OF HEAVENLY ESSENCE - SPIKEFARM  
Raise your hand. Who buys albums like this? Finland’s Thyrane has pulled back from the brink of industrial music and gone back to cloning the refuse of the goth rock scene. Travesty Of Heavenly Essence (a.k.a. one step away from working at McDonalds) is everything bands like Dimmu Borgir, Old Man’s Child, Cradle Of Filth and other poser Finnish bands have done and will keep on doing as long as there are goth fans in this world who only pretend and aspire to like or understand metal.
Thyrane is so typical of the malaise gripping (so-called) heavy metal that readers probably could hear the band’s music just by scanning this review. The album speeds up and slows down, the keyboards are pulled back yet still pathetic and Truth Revealed begins like a sped up Megadeth. Whatever. - Ali “The Metallian"