Ufomammut
8

Imagine a gigantic monolith.

Approach the hostile and fascinating surface, veined with meticulous arcane engravings.

Metallic reverberations, a sparkling pleochroism of every possible black.

Kaleidoscopic manifestation of telluric vibrations already expanding in the ether.

You can sense them as you embrace it, slowly sinking into the matter between the infinitely small orbits that harbor infinitely large energies.

That violence that unites and decomposes with intangible waves, molding them into tangible and vibrant substance at human frequencies, primordial energy flowing in every atom, between the spirals of every electron.

Let your overexcited nervous system withstand the brutal passage, as if traversed by trails of particles released from a supernova explosion.

8 is a wild and compact, cyclical album. It has neither beginning nor end, a metaphor for the divine fury that harnesses elements and marks the perpetual cosmic flow of Everything.

The 8 tracks unfold indistinguishably in a continuous and bubbling magma, outlining the usual cosmic/sulfuric scenarios so dear to Ufomammut's aesthetics, but this time amplified by a synthesis where decelerations do not stretch excessively.

Atavistic detonations (Psyrcle), percussive mantras coagulating accelerated and tribal sound walls (the last minute of Zodiac is hallucinatory), spatial decompressions, hypnosis overflowing into sludge doom rides (Warsheep), the almost stoner pace of Fatum.

Explosion, propagation, calm.

Explosion again.

Eternal return.