Asexuality of impartiality.. while the platonic warfare
tearing off the leaf of disgrace, dressing the black robe of abstinence,
concealing under the spectral hood the abstract face..
Dispersing refracted light beams, unable to pierce through
the unwieldy eyelid into omnivorous hole of devastation.
Frozen over silent epitaph the Blindman stared through..
With the hand that turns bread into stone, fumbling the seeds of vanity
of the feeble echoes of memory.. scars bleed no more.
Worms along the opened veins, stigmas upon the pale eyes withered by leprosy.
Lustrating their white shrouds, dusting their heads with ashes,
embraced by burial veils they who had been ever and never!
Deceased under silent epitaph the Blindman stared through..
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While Decoherence is one of my favourite bands of late, this release by the same guitarist and composer (Stroda) had me on my toes. If there is something that must be said, it is that Stroda has one of the most unique phrasings in all of the metal pantheon of guitar players. Throw in Eoghan's drums and the recipe is a winner all around. Although I still prefer Decoherence, this is a solid release offering another side of Stroda's greatness. Deadpanist
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