In the stench of excrements the possesed ones by fever of the Horned!
Black grass under the black light of Him whose name..
Underground grandees idling on couches of rot,
lords of flyes on thrones of dung berhymed by cough of lepers.
Manifest of sin impossible to accomplish,
in the name of Him whose name is impossible to utter!
This is hunger of gangrene, bloody reflection of hyenas,
puritus of pests naming, omnivorous corrosion of icons.
This is trembling of the ground, worms inside ancient sarcophagus,
in the ring of sabotage against time gnawing off their tails!
Manifest of sin impossible to accomplish,
under the sign of Him whose name is impossible to utter!
supported by 9 fans who also own “Whose Name is Impossible to Utter”
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