They  bloody pack each track with layers of growled vocals, screaming samples and manner of audio death spasm and twitch. Really pumping and building this up to be something rather special. Sure it’s brutal, sure it’s deadly sounding, but there’s a really depth of sound execution here. Building each song  from it’s rat invested sewer foundation, up into the black grim sky. Cristle  main  riff sounds like tar black gone wrong funk, soured of all it’s happiness, later it ripples out some huge ‘crash you head’ grinding slowness riffing, over which the lead singers is growling and force his guts up to.The title track  is down turned almost black metal riffing, via avant swamp beatings, layered over by growling and disturbing female screaming. Moth  starts tight hissing riffing feed by bloody cymbal abuse. That  half though way  slips into dropping on all fours and  slow death crawl of back break riffs, that wiped and singed by acidity guitar soloing.

One of the most  brutal and entertaining  metal  albums you’ll come across this year. Balancing perfectly head splitting riffing with experimental spiky edges. From the outset it ties you to the floor and gives you one hell of an audio metalised beating, never really let up. When it’s not painful, it’s puzzling and creepy.