Like skulls sprouting from the soil
horrible flowers in moonlight fields
A seed of hope consumed by silence
soaking up venom like rain in the dirt
The truth that I postponed
it's breaking my bones
will You take me once more?
Amidst cold, apathetic dawn
your shadow, fading away
But I know I can feel your breath
Oh! mother,
Oh! lover,
Oh! murderer
Drowning in a shivering body
breathing my own blood
let me see through your eyes
And only then maybe my words will be drained
pouring a sea in the cracks of this world
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mother Of Wounds”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 8 fans who also own “Mother Of Wounds”
Great, versatile black metal with detail aplenty. Some songs are surprisingly upbeat at times - e.g. Carve My Name, before dropping into claustrophobic dissonance and ultimately exquisite atmosphere - while other songs come along as frenetic and apoplectic throughout. Then there's the dismal piano: presaging impending doom, gracefully placed in the middle of the album and interlaced with its successor. Let alone the closing track. This album will pull you deep into the currents of its misery. David Fischer
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020