What can you say more after reading the abhorrent bio of this album? This is the black vomit of Tchornobog: abyssal violation of senses and pineal gland and you are not the same person after encountering this multidimensional god. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡
I've come back to this album to give it it's well-deserved due.
The interpositions are coherent and cold, it's all put together really nicely which adds to the effectiveness of it's depressing atmosphere, and to it's faculty-decimating power.
Throughout the album it often reminds me of the great Bathory, which is always a good thing.
What will you see? Daniel Brown