Temple of Void – The World that Was
Think tearing yourself apart while still conscious, blood dripping, brain exposed, yeah, the death metal works.
Think tearing yourself apart while still conscious, blood dripping, brain exposed, yeah, the death metal works.
The rest of the brief but dizzying time span of the record is spent with absolutely everything on ten from the drum machine to the incomprehensible guttural vocals.
Black and roll meets psychedelic doom to create an off kilter stew of occult magical delights.
I cannot think of ANY project that so effortlessly channels real emotion in their music.
They listen to the abnormal and love it, now they play it and revel in it.
Likely the weirdest band in the state, they’re always ready to pull a surprise out of their back pocket…
You can close your eyes while listening to this album and picture standing in the rain; cold, clean refreshing, washing away the dirt of the day like the sins of the baptized.
…the dead gather at the center of the underworld, where Venomous Skeleton performs as the house band.
Abrasive in a cathartic way, Old Patterns picks and tears off mental scabs to allow for proper healing.