The arrangements move from almost inaudible ritualistic hums and murmurs, through patient and methodical ritual repetitions, into furious abstracted atmospheres of blackened noise and black metal. What few finger holds the organic drones and compositions offer in the quieter sections of Feral Earth quickly burn away with searing guitar lines stretched, distorted and disfigured almost beyond recognition… Only hints, memories, and echoes of shadows remain. Pummelling doom drums and apocalyptic blast beats suggest movement and coherence, but that mask is quickly removed to show its true face of chaos and hopelessness.
Possibly not the most cheerful thing anyone will read today. But it’s a wonderful cave-like space to live in for a while.