By Octopi Mills
When described as old 90s black metal, they weren't wrong here. There's a low-fi production here and a murky sort of sound that utilizes a lot of power chords on the guitar. Vocals sound like some old crazy person but come off as usual because it gets heard so often and we forget things like this. Bass and drums are deep, cavernous. Songs stray past the old time of radio cuts and wander off past the five minute mark usually with the final one carving out 14 minutes but this is neither new or a bad thing in this sort of genre. The song titles are simple as are the songs with a hint in the nicely made atmosphere of something eerie.
This sounds like a 1990s album that got lost in the fog and if you didn't tell me I wouldn't be any the wiser. Vocals vomit forth old dog tick filth and the vibe is menacing and evil, somehow having an eerie vibe in the background that is nearly subliminal like someone holding down a fuzzy key or something haunting the studio. As time goes on it seems to weigh on you like a living cloak of heavy darkness, like an old woolly devil. The final track plays footsy under the table with furry feet and plays hooky with the clock, setting one up for a time slip and it seems to want to be called "Without light". How fitting for such an invasive guest on a dark night like this, eh?