Xibalba
Hasta La Muerte

The image is that of a massive caterpillar with spiked wheels that mindlessly crushes everything in its path.

Although its background is that, this is not even hardcore anymore: a frenzy of beastly and total ignorance that has no intention whatsoever to take prisoners: the German answer to British krautrock.

Ok, it's short of breath, the cover looks like a Manowar album, and the formula is what it is: abnormal specific gravity oscillating between bone-crushing slowdowns and stunning accelerations cyclically spread across eleven ravaged pieces.

If you love, I'm not saying La Muerte, but still want to come out heavily bruised, battered and swollen, this is the album for you.

Amen.