Labels: Artificial Head
Review by: Alex Deller
Solid stoner stuff that takes the likes of Sleep, Bong and Heavydeath as its waypoints, traipsing wearily through a skunk-scented fug with no clear destination in sight. The many positive elements … monastic chants; bleary atmospheric flourishes; endlessly cycling riffs … are woven carefully together, and while Cursus might be a way off in terms of true drug-metal transcendence they’ve done a pretty sound job considering their larval stage.