Nyarlathotep - Slub Lord in Eternal Rest

Here the truism holds that horrid people make the most sublime music (if indeed this can be called "music"). Future members of a hipster false metal band who shall not be named, Nyarlathotep eschew their eventual narcissism and quest for fame by releasing two unhealthily fattened blobs of sludge anonymously and sans cover art to a seemingly miniscule audience in 2001, well before the outbreak of vile shrieking peacock metal they would be osmosed by shortly later. One detects the hand (or tentacle) of larger forces at work in their rise to notoriety and awaits the inevitable gory comeuppance.