If I would write this review with the stylistic diversity as THY FINAL PAIN use in their songwriting, I could finish my review right here. However, Epitaph just earns a bit more estimation than only a few words. Written by the groovy mid tempo Death Metal feather through and through, this debut album leers at the huge Bolt Thrower cake and impresses partly with a good pushing and lumbering sound. But if the speed needs to change its direction, than with the cruising radius a sloth owns. Friends of rhythmical neck-sports-gymnastics may be pleased, 50 minutes of intense training without any grades or gradients can be quite demanding, too. However, I expected more of the gents Dorn and Jüttner as former members in Debauchery than a clear production, rare doubled vocals and a good one-dimensional performance. So, THY FINAL PAIN sack in just 6 constant points on the scale with Epitaph. The final pain-factor may lives up to its promise with the next release.