Wonderfully weird death-sludge with a soul of grind. Vibrates on heavier, more original frequencies than the sordid hordes of Luc Lemay jock riders. A yawning dynamic range allows low-end grooves to lop off limbs while swanky squeak and skronk riffs ricochet around the soundscape. The heaving ease of these demented arrangements recalls Cephalic Carnage, and the gorgeously mechanized guitar tone brings Maruta to mind. Fuck-all vibes and a lack of sinister play-acting up the punk ante, even as slivers of doom seep into the atmosphere. The bass tone is to die for, the grooves flay flesh, and the diversity slakes multifarious thirsts. In the end, riffs, of course. Gimme some of that dark matter.
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