Gottesmorder
Gottesmorder

There's no trick, there's no deception.

Adorned with evocative artwork by Mories (Gnaw Their Tongues), here are these twenty-five electrifying minutes of urban and desolate post-black courtesy of Gottesmorder, from Pisa.

Leave behind the warm atmospheres and suspended blackgaze-style guitars. Forget the endless old-school clones raised on minimalism. Draw a (pitiful?) veil over traditionalism, over albums still recorded like Panzerfaust and set your sights on the horizon.

Riffs and Drones, cold, distant instruments. Furious blastbeat, sulfurous and murderous growl, atmospheres brushing against the most ceremonial doom. Long ambient introductions, inevitable electric crescendos like an attack of dysentery after dining at the local Chinese restaurant. The music swells and expands, sits and then explodes again. All in an ep. All in two songs. All on the first attempt. Who knows how many Neurosis records they must have listened to. 

It's a bit like taking Altar of Plagues, having them meet the best of The Angelic Process, violating them while keeping the black and post-core impact unchanged, staring them in the eyes, smiling, and then laying them down with a slap of punk filth while in the distance echo the illusionistic-spiritual trips of Filosofem. Ruthless search towards nothingness or, if you will, towards essence.

They may not be WITTR but they've got fragrant pubic hair too.