Utter chaos of mind-fried sound.
Split skulls. Melted eyes. Splayed ribs. Clear fluid leaking uncontrollably from grotesque, newly-opened fissures.
Ostensibly grind but conceivably also black metal and/or noise.
Howls of infinite desolation. These tempered by occasional ebullient yips, suggesting either mischief or a crackedness that has seen the yipper pass beyond pain and into purest, white-light-bathed joy.
Listen enough and we soon may join.