In the sulphurous depths of American blackened death metal, the split “Hails to the Coming Age of Barbarism” rises like a primal invocation to desecration and fury. Here, the two entities join forces not as collaborators, but as kindred beasts, each exhaling their own stench of ruin into the shared void , breathing with the warmth of decaying soil and the violence of untamed flame. Guitars spit in abrasive unison, their cursing tone and unyielding, while the drums pound with ritualistic fervour, echoing the tribal heart of something ancient and unmerciful.
The soundscape carries the blasphemous intent of acts such as Demoncy, Profanatica, or the filth of Blasphemy’s earliest scourges. Yet there is a distinctive ferocity, an ardent ecstatic sense of destruction, of a darkness that liberates, and does not consume. It is barbarism not as regression, but as transcendence.
Cassette available through Wolfkult Religion KULT 051
Mão da Glória
In the sulphurous depths of American blackened death metal, the split “Hails to the Coming Age of Barbarism” rises like a primal invocation to desecration and fury. Here, the two entities join forces not as collaborators, but as kindred beasts, each exhaling their own stench of ruin into the shared void , breathing with the warmth of decaying soil and the violence of untamed flame. Guitars spit in abrasive unison, their cursing tone and unyielding, while the drums pound with ritualistic fervour, echoing the tribal heart of something ancient and unmerciful.
The soundscape carries the blasphemous intent of acts such as Demoncy, Profanatica, or the filth of Blasphemy’s earliest scourges. Yet there is a distinctive ferocity, an ardent ecstatic sense of destruction, of a darkness that liberates, and does not consume. It is barbarism not as regression, but as transcendence.
Cassette available through Wolfkult Religion
KULT 051
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