Thought Rothadás’ debut was brilliant, and this follow-up might actually top it. Foul, thoroughly repellant death-doom is the order of the day, with each putrid riff brought up into the light with the grim determination of graverobbers jimmying out gold teeth in a plague pit. Absolutely everything possesses a sticky, slurping quality that seems to leave a stink that lingers long after the record’s stopped playing, from the glottal vocals to the coffin lid drum hits. Despite the murky, subterranean qualities there’s also something curiously heraldic about ‘Töviskert… A Kísértés örök érzete… Lidércharang’ – a triumphal sense of mourning that moves the spirit while at the same time seeking to crush it. This is perhaps exemplified by majestic closing track ‘Az örök Isten Lucifer’, which adds some lugubrious, Asunder-style chants to the band’s gloriously abyssal brutality.