A record as fantastic as Welcome to the Morbid Reich warrants double-dipping into the Vader merch world--in this case adding both the CD and the vinyl to the collection. The vinyl is a particularly gorgeous affair whether you opt for the traditional black or succulent red; red obviously suits the album better, considering it's swathed in detailed, bloody-looking artwork, but the black beckoned to me more, being easier to find. As far as each pressing goes, neither were intended for U.S. buyers, but I managed to snap one up just in the knick of time before they were completely sold out, hidden in collections across the globe.
|Glorious poster is glorious.|
The wax itself is a generously-cut 180G, which is likely thicker than it needs to be, but still satisfying to hold between the hands. Interestingly enough, the slipcase housing the vinyl appears to have a tissue paper-like consistency that I've never encountered on another release. Perhaps this was intended to protect the record without the possibility of scratches. Regardless, it's a nice touch and may be what I choose to replace sleeves on my older records.
Thinking back, adding Welcome to the Morbid Reich to my collection was a no-brainer. It acted as the starting point for a life-long love affair with a group of Polish metallers, who produce the most consistent music in the business and rarely second guess what they commit to recording. Because of that, I had no trouble spending the $20 admission price to enter the club. After all, this is quite possibly the release of the decade, and Vader's best album to date.