More gloom from this noisy lot as they continue to explore the considerable middle ground between Discharge and Hellhammer. If I’m frank I prefer the debut, as this one almost seems regressive with its plodding, knuckle-dragging excavations that rely more on dank atmospherics than songwriting. Everything’s scuzzy as fuck and the over-echoey vocals sounding like the exhausted tail-end of a private vomiting bout, but things are ultimately a touch too muffled: as though the gravesoil is being heaped slowly upon them rather than scrabbled through from beneath, the band being buried alive rather than rising to reclaim the night.
