KOSMIES SLACHTAFVAL

From the beginning of "Mijn Vader Was Een Wolf En Mijn Moeder Was Een Hoer", improvised musical dread flooded with guitar-based lazy, crazy, fuzzy, sound-anatomical strategies. Sometimes felt impressive to get drenched in fragile and sensitive synthesizer stardust really but basically deformed irreversible explosive phrase fracture should take roots strictly. Sounds like a serious patient's death cry or a beast's low-pitched howling. This weirdness reminds me of the same vein like Egypt Is The Magick # or No-Neck Blues Band around 2000. The last distortion in this stuff should be our heart attack that gives us serious pain.

Via another longer track "Konfituur Voor De Satanjeugd" we can feel ethnic tribalism filled with downtempo percussive funeral procession. Guess they might have been pretty inspired by black-magical sacrifice ritual somewhere in the world, and their acid improvisation digested this inspiration perfectly, let me say. Deep, repetitive or convoluted walls of sound where some prohibited dogma be alive would invade via our ears and vaporize our brain. The freakout music commune might launch sound variations via various apparatus as they want, I guess. And music / freakout freedom as above is such a dark Fantasia we can say.

Sensational architecture produced with crystallized percussive synthesizer sediment would save us a bit, but we will get immersed in the real infernal dark matter created by the black commune. Not long for us, their "three-quarter hour" should be.