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Can't say I've ever heard a band that hails from Tunisia before, but if there's a scene that sounds anything like this album, I will need to become intimately familiar with it. Brood of Hatred are the brainchild of Mohamed Mêlk, who has toiled in relative obscurity by himself since around 2013, and it's hard to believe a project this exciting and unique has slipped under my radar until now, no matter where they come from. The simplest description of The Golden Age is a startling breed of Progressive Death Metal somewhere between Immolation, Opeth, and Devin Townsend topped off with deep guttural growls akin to Ross Dolan or Tomi Joutsen. That might make you think this is a pretentious, overstuffed mess, but while there isn't a moment on here that isn't filled to the brim with oddball textures and complex musicianship, it all comes together to make an epic and foreboding sound that doesn't sound like anybody else that I can think of. Of course, the sheer experimentation of the compositions means that it can wind up being a bit too busy and difficult to keep track of, but more often than not, it leads to something innovative and often jaw dropping while still being identifiably Death Metal, which is especially impressive given that this is all made by one man. An uncompromising gem from a band whose discography I need to track down hailing from a country whose scene I have to dig into, and after you give this a listen, you'll be doing the same.