Not many have heard of us, we have come out of nowhere, spawned forth from death metal's rancid and rotten womb to unleash floods of fetid grue. There was death before and death after, nothing else.
Our sound is akin to being at the depths of a caldera, being gradually consumed by wave upon wave of nebulous, thick and bubbling viscera.
Death, spirituality, death, occultism and death.
Our best shows have been on our tour of the Seventh circle of hell, that was a much better tour than our tour of the Eighth where attendance and merch sales were poor. The audiences were generally much more appreciative on the Seventh, and the onstage sound was better....we hope to tour there again. Our stage performance is best described as interesting.
We toured all the levels of hell apart from the Third so we want to go there. Of course we would like to revisit the Seventh as that is where most of our fans reside. Fuck the Eighth level bastards...fraudulent desperadoes!!
The worldwide reaction has been massive...almost global in its size!
The direction of death.
Autopsy, Fairport Convention, Gil Evans, Lubricant, Vomit Drenched Mutilated Corpse, Vinnie Vincent and of course, Yes (80s output only).
It is a fundamental part of who and how are are as people and how we approach and perceive the experience of life. Much like sunlight, illness or wildlife, it is difficult to express an opinion on something that simply happens and is there.
Sitting in a corner of a room, eyes closed, contemplating life.