The Last Of Us — The Last of Us Review

Last Of Us, a Swedish Gothic Rock ensemble forged in 2019, unveiled their debut opus—a “Self-titled” album—on October 8th, 2020. Released under the banner of Wolfmond Production, this inaugural offering marked the band’s formal emergence into the ritualistic realm of Gothic sound.

The Last Of Us Review: This review will evaluate every aspect of the album, from its intricate musical composition to its production. Our analysis will provide valuable insights to help you determine if this album is worth adding to your collection.

The First Three Sins, The Summary

The First Sin, The Strings/Keys: Guitars toll like rusted cathedral bells, shifting between melodic ruin and jagged invocation. Synths shimmer like radioactive fog, veiling each hymn in ethereal dread. The Second Sin, The Vocals: Baritone incantations rise from the sonic altar—moody, commanding, and steeped in ritual The Third Sin—The Percussions: The drumming pounds like war drums across scorched moors. It’s primal, thunderous, and ritualistic—grounding each track with ceremonial urgency and dance-floor dread.

The Fourth Sin, Overall Discussion

Portal Ignition: The Sonic Threshold

The instant the play button is engaged, an immersive auditory odyssey commences. The album’s initial offering, Draw, acts as a potent portal, ushering the listener into a stark, post-apocalyptic soundscape. Immediately following with a synth-driven instrumental with an up-tempo, hard rock edge. The sonic aura is a potent blend, reminiscent of Rammstein’s industrial might and the dark, vampiric allure of The 69 Eyes.

Ritual Tapestry: Survival in Sonic Ruin

As the listener presses onward through the subsequent nine sonic narratives, The Last of Us unfurls its thematic tapestry. It paints a grim portrait of a world teetering on the brink. This is a brutal existence where only the strongest survive. It’s a raw, primal environment governed by the law of the jungle. The prevailing sentiment is one of “eat or be eaten.” Across ten hymns—fruits of art forged in ritual, where the album navigates the profound depths of darkness and despair. Yet, it also illuminates flickers of hope and the relentless search for light

Each hymn stands as a distinct auditory microcosm. These are self-contained sonic vistas, unbound by conventional limitations.

Devilmanship Unbound: Gothic Lineage Reborn

The Last Of Us, transcends the label of a mere Gothic Rock act. This is a flawless display of devilmanship. It powerfully channels the spirit of both eighties and nineties Gothic Rock. Devotees of bands like Fields of Nephilim, NFD, The 69 Eyes, Sisters of Mercy, Rosetta Stone, The Mission, and Love Like Blood will find themselves deeply satisfied.

The album captures a profound, slow, and sensuous dirge. The primary vocals exude a doom-laden romanticism. They possess a fatalistic flair akin to Type O Negative. Angular guitars slice through theatrical shadows. The primal pulse of post-punk minimalism, as pioneered by Bauhaus, is palpable. It evokes the melancholic melodies of The Cure, enriched by shimmering synths. This is particularly evident in tracks such as A Little Time. The stark emotional landscapes and bass-driven introspection of Joy Division are also present. They echo a lawless beauty born from despair.

Tradition Transcended: Gothic Pulse Reforged

At its core, the album exudes an old-school Gothic rock vibe. However, it is far from being confined by tradition. Imagine the epic scope of Fields of the Nephilim fused with the raw energy of Dark Side Cowboys. Add to these flashes of Ministry‘s industrial intensity and the sheer grit of Motörhead. The vocals deliver baritone incantations. They are moody, commanding, and steeped in a palpable sense of ritual.

The recording quality is also exceptional. It achieves a perfect balance between raw power and pristine clarity. Guitars and vocals take centre stage. Yet, the electronic elements are expertly woven in. They act as intricate ritualistic threads. The mastering is flawless. It preserves the dynamic range, avoiding the pitfalls of over-compression. 

The album breathes. It possesses a vital energy even in its most bleak passages.

Ceremonial Strings: Guitar and Bass Invocation

The devilmanship is executed with absolute perfection. The composition and arrangement are flawless. A. Swanslead guitar work conjures both melodic decay and jagged riffs. It shifts between a ceremonial shimmer and an aggressive bite. These passages sound like rusted cathedral bells tolling through a nuclear fog. Classic gothic shimmer collides with jagged riffs, echoing the spirit of Ministry and Motörhead. There is a profound sense of ceremony within the chaos. Each guitar solo feels like a ritualistic invocation. Demoneum‘s bass work is equally striking. His low-end coils like smoke around the ruins of a desolate world. It is thick, brooding, and undeniably foundational. His tone is rich and enveloping, providing a solid anchor.

The bass does more than simply support. It anchors the entire sonic architecture. Its style embodies the spirit of Gothic music. Its execution is firmly rooted in post-punk sensibilities. It evokes the emotional gravity of Joy Division. It also touches upon the doom-laced sensuality of Type O Negative

The bass often dances with the drums. They move in tribal unison. This creates a primal pulse beneath the melodic decay.

Baritone Sermons: Vocals and Percussion in Ruin

N. Vincent’s vocals are powerful baritone incantations. They are moody, commanding, and deeply steeped in ritual. They sound like a sermon delivered from the ruins of civilisation. The delivery carries echoes of Fields of Nephilim, The Mission, and Type O Negative. There is a theatrical quality. Yet, it never feels excessive. Every spoken phrase is imbued with intention. F. Bergström’s drumming provides a thunderous, tribal foundation. His percussion grounds each track with primal urgency. It is like war drums echoing across a scorched moor. 

Bergström‘s rhythms are tight, ritualistic, and possess a dance floor-ready energy.

Shimmering Fog: Synths of Ethereal Despair

A-Gain‘s keyboards add ethereal synth textures. They shimmer like radioactive fog. These elements never overpower the mix. They consistently maintain an atmospheric presence. The synth textures evoke the melancholic nuances of The Cure. They blend with the darkwave shimmer of Clan of Xymox. There are also hints of Ministry‘s industrial grit.

Final Benediction: A Gothic Revelation

In summation, The Last of Us is far more than a mere artistic creation. This is not a product of recent times. It feels as though it was recorded during the golden era of the 1980s Gothic scene. For devotees of classic Gothic sounds, both long-standing fans and newcomers alike, this album is a revelation. For any aficionado of Gothic rock, this is an essential acquisition.

The Final Rite — Three Last Sins and a Benediction in Fog

As the album descends into its final moments, we offer our deepest gratitude to Wolfmond Production for granting us passage into this sonic sanctum. Their trust allowed us to ritualize this review of The Last Of Us—a Gothic relic steeped in fog, flame, and devilmanship. Now, as the veil lifts, we invoke the final three sins and prepare to seal this ceremonial text.

The Fifth Sin, The Memorabilia

How did I miss this dark fruit of art? Nestled in the shadows between Black Metal and Old-school Gothic Rock—my twin pillars of sonic devotion—The Last Of Us emerges not merely as sound, but as relic. This is devilmanship incarnate: vocals that bleed ritual, arrangements carved with post-apocalyptic precision, and an atmosphere thick with fog and flame. It doesn’t just echo the Gothic era—it is and beyond.

Two hymns stood out like altar flames:  “Tigers Thrashing In” – The second hymn thrashes with feral elegance, like Bauhaus possessed by the ghost of Fields of the Nephilim. A sonic invocation that claws through the veil. And “The Bleeding” – The fifth hymn, a true rite for me. It bleeds with ceremonial gravity, steeped in the spectral DNA of The Cult and Joy Division. The bass coils like serpents beneath the soil, pulsing with subterranean dread. Vocals howl with post-punk despair—part Peter Murphy’s spectral croon, part Carl McCoy’s gravel-throated sermon, with a whisper of Nick Holmes’ Gothic lament. The arrangement unfolds like a séance, summoning Closer and Love as sacred texts, etched in fog and flame. It’s not just a song—it’s a ritual wound, stitched with echoes of the forgotten and the damned.

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The Sixth Sin, The Artwork

The artwork may not strike as masterful at first glance—but it carries a spectral residue that lingers. Something that doesn’t try to impress, but instead invites you to look closer, to listen to the silence between the hymns.

The Seventh Sin, Disrelish

There is no disrelish—no falter in the ritual, no fracture in the sonic altar. Each hymn is a blade sharpened by despair, each passage a prayer etched in fog and flame. The album breathes with Gothic conviction, and even its bleakest moments pulse with sacred intent. This is not perfection by sterile design—it is perfection by mythic resonance. The Last Of Us does not ask for forgiveness. It demands reverence. Thus, we conclude our review of The Last Of Us. I would like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for your time in reading this article, and I encourage you to explore the work ofWolfmond Production and The Last Of Us.

The Hymns

01. Draw
02. Tigers Thrashing In
03. Defore I Die
04. A Little Time
05. The Bleeding
06. Eerie The Wolverine
07. The Eternal Machine
08. 10 Grams
09. Slocide
10. The Dying Man

The Last Of Us

Demoneum — Bass
N. Vincent — Vocals
F. Bergström — Drums
A. Swans — Lead Guitar
A-Gain — Keyboards

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Reviewed by Kristian — editorial architect and ceremonial crafted. © Athenaeum of Sin Reviews.