The tracks are built around a mixture of grim and barren drone emissions, stretched out and suffocating blacked doom guitar fogs, occasional grey splatters of creepy and evil sounding vocalising that’s half black metal and half grimly theatrically, ritual to slowed industrial beat patterns and the general air of decaying dread and hopelessness. The albums is roughly based around the Swedish folk tale of a doom lord and it does often bring to mind a towering being of unimaginable  darkness moving across a husk of a world destroy all life that’s left, literally sucking hope and life force into it’s huge form; growing darker, taller and more powerful with each life. With the eerier and grim cover artwork nicely heightening this feeling with pictures of dead dried up animal corpses. Really this is one of the most pitch black slice of sonics your come across this year.

I’ll have to admit in the past I’ve been rather unimpressed by Nordvargr’s work find it’s atmosphere rather hollow and unrewarding, but Pyrrhula  has certainly changed my mind. It’s a grim and pitch black masterpiece with each track simmering with such a great prime evil and dread filled air that’s sure to curdle and sour even the brightest atmosphere.