Moss — Cthonic Rites

Cthonic Rites is a perfecttitle for Moss’s first album, as it takes in two tracks lasting 66.06 minutes, and it's a deeply grim death crawl mix of slow doom and black metal, that call up all that is bellow. From the outset your sucked deep into its black encrusted body, as distorted two ton heavy riffs, slop out of your speakers and demonic growls are admitted, conjuring up great heavy black rain clouds of sound in your listening area.

There is no hope at all, with in the music, not even a glimmer of melody or let up. This is sadistic audio torture. Conjuring up the very pits of hell or falling down endless black cracks, in the space-time continuum. There seems no Beginning or end, the old god's with weeping reptilic flesh, slide in and out of your vision as you get sucked deeper and deeper, into the treacle like sound. Flesh flap mouths, riddle with a million black tentacles as they stare right into your very self. It gets harder to stand, as the sound pulls you back into you chair, with its muffling tone. There seems little or no air, only black sulphur like emissions, and as the album crawls to a death curdling stop, you look around you, wondering just where you have been.

A hellish black jouney, tar black in its miscontent. A trip into a audio abyss. A suffocating and nausea inducing black masterwork. That doesn’t seem made by human hands, but instead constructed by indescribable abominations. You can buy direct here