…savagery in a complex, slow burning, almost ritualistic atmosphere.
This particular release is compact and vicious, a concentrated hit of nastiness for when you need a quick fix.
Tando Ashanti is a knife fight to the death caught in sonic form. There is no guarantee of survival.
Fist pumping and sing-alongs with surely follow, and I certainly feel like donning my battle vest.
Feral creation is called forth to drag the listener bodily into the filthy pits of void from which the band springs forth.
Lots of screaming about dying, murder, hate, and the like.
Mausoleum carries you deep into your own emotions, raw though they may be, and asks your to face them unflinchingly, to see the beauty and the light as well as the darkness and deep, deep sadness.
Each of the melodies presented in the songs give you a sense of longing. The slow melodic guitar presented in the songs allows you to feel the pain that comes from sorrow in your life.