Gods Without Name expresses an ancient darkness, rustic, agrarian, … provincial but horrific. This is an unmistakable motif here, and although it manifests in the music, it is the related material that really sets up that premise.
a deep spiraling void of whirring desolation and weighty atmosphere.
a magnificent display of technical prowess
intensely vicious, savagely raw, and pretty weird.
groovy spaced-out trip with ranting vocals and a sing-along chorus
Musically, Under the Regolith is a masterwork in slightly progressive death metal.
As you approach, her child is born right in front of your eyes. The unnamed Orphan of Kos is a humanoid creature that is holding what appears to be its own bladed placenta.
Other bands attempting the Death Doom should look to the album as an example of how to play the style properly.
Take no prisoners, no holds barred, realest of the real, capital D for Death, capital M for Metal, Death Metal.
Playing death leaning grindcore, the five guys throw a fair amount of weird into the mix. The riffs are outstanding (what’s that? a grind band that knows how to play riffs?)