S’been a while since the last Acephalix release, and while I thought they were occupying solid-but-stodgy territory with the last one this latest opus sees them operating with a fresh sense of vigour.  Crust-blighted death metal remains the order of the day, with elements of Grave and Bolt Thrower fully integrated with the unwashed stink of Doom and Deviated Instinct. Each riff gouges and grinds mercilessly away, with the songs gummed together by crudely-stitched Disfear patches and a dank, foreboding atmosphere so cloying it sticks to your skin like grease. Despite the murkiness of it all the songs sound voraciously alive: writhing, eel-like brutes that have discovered how to persist in a world without hope or sunlight.