Witchcraft abounding, blackened doom textures smothering.
Swedeath ain’t broke, and Tribulation ain’t fixing it.
Beautiful, narrative-heavy French screamo-folk.
Doom to slow your pace. Moments over minutes.
Discordance, pain, constant forward motion.
A restrained route into cosmic horror.
An urging, vital record; a challenge to hegemony.
Synergistic, shamanic, ceremonial doom.
A full realisation of the classic death-doomers’ sound.
A fascinating collaboration, a sonic tour of the Outer Limits.