Antiq

Limited to 200 copies.

For obscure-deathgrind maniacs with sexual pervs only!

It’s a howling maelstrom of distorted riffs that grind and blast away like weaponry, non-stop speed-freak drumming, cadaverous vocal roaring, and strange lead-guitar eruptions that swoop and squeal. It’s periodically punctuated by jolting riffs that strike like hammer blows, but for the most part it just runs rampant, like some primitive brute.

I get a megawatt jolt of adrenaline listening to the song, and it has left me very curious to hear the rest of the album. You’ll know in about 5 seconds whether this is your kind of thing. You’ve been warned.

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