This black metal is the failure of dialectical reason. It contains the usual signs of dementia: an eroding sense of limits, a stream of banal lies, a metabolic incapacity for contentment! And above all, the
inhuman voice of the once-human nearly lost in the roar. But it is a war both by and against static: the buzzing howl nearly drowned out in the constant growl of late capitalist totality.
Favorite track: Maggot.