Seemingly the only thing recorded by this anonymous Finnish combo, we have here four strange blurts of primitive and surprisingly sophisticated black metal with sheets of burnished bronze guitar flash and numerous subtly layered, varied vocals, from the familiar blackened croak (which reminds me a bit of Peste Noir), to pitch-shifted chanting and female choirs of jubilant gibberish low in the background. Whilst this may sound fairly standard-issue on paper, the actual songs are memorable, haunting, and blood-chilling. We shall never see another release by this quickly defunct act, but this brief self-fulfilling prophecy stands as a marker on their pile of stones and skulls.
Rivers Flowing Blood
Rivers Flowing Blood
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