Labels: Hidden Deity
Review by: Alex Deller
Foul and hateful, Moros manage to push far beyond the reaches of sludge and into a vile and unholy domain that’s all their own. Guitars are so low that they become a formless slurry and the bilious vocals are acidic to the point you could dissolve a corpse in them, but for all the cess-dwelling whorl of it all there’s also an uncanny sense of tunefulness to the whole benighted affair. It is, quite frankly, a delight, and one that sets them up as potential heirs to such glorious 90s hatemongers as Dystopia, Noothgrush and Unruh.