Presented on white vinyl with a poster.
Did Black Cilice get rawer? That is the first question that comes to my mind as the despairing, malicious assault of blasting drums and unhallowed guitar riffs contort into spectral movements alongside vocal chord tearing howls. Hideous and yet beautiful, the churning low-end is minimal but gives a backbone to the trebly wails of the band. Slower moments pack a bit more of a punch into terms of rhythm while the eerie coldness of the music is absolute, as always. The ghastly way in which they move is certainly present, something that makes Black Cilice easy to identify, which although many have tried to recreate, few were successful. This is anguishing music, something one should be aware of by now, but for any newcomers to this mysterious entity, they are not an easy nor kind listen. This is the kind of music that will tear through your spirit with icy daggers and leave a husk behind. The ritualistic, crawling drums and mesmerising guitars creating a glacial backdrop to the mangled vocalists pained screeches in such a powerful yet naturally un-produced way. I think it is fair to say, this is some of their most unforgiving music to date from the opening moments.