The Tree is piercing the souls through..
Wails of impaled hangedmen
are mirrored in bitter menstruations of Abysm,
anointed on xyloid phallus of Celestials` will.
Ipsation cult of frigid ones
who crave venomous saps of the bliss,
who drag the cross to the Tree,
outgrown from reveries..
Obitus Arbor Gratia
ulcer in the stem inclined and oppressed..
the falling Tree of Grace..
Denial of the promised Bread
by That who originally abhors the stench of Being!
Devouring the dirt that sucked his heel in,
who vomits out feathers of the Winged!
Exhaustion of the lepers..
Anathema upon the fiend..
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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