
Baxaxaxa – Catacomb Cult
Plenty of doomy blackness that will give you the stank face and bob your head to the evil flames that seem to grow higher and higher as the album unfolds.
Plenty of doomy blackness that will give you the stank face and bob your head to the evil flames that seem to grow higher and higher as the album unfolds.
The six tracks account for about seventeen minutes of runtime, every second of which twists and turns your psyche in delightfully disturbing ways.
…if you like to challenge yourself and your psyche, this release is on par with anything else released this year, at the top of the pile of the viscerally bizarre.
Dagon and Angra Mainyu combine on the desolate and atmospheric guitar riffs, weaving moments of dissonance in with moments of heavy pathos.
The EP has the ominous intent of black metal, the thick swampiness of dissonant death metal, and the feral abrasion of grindcore.
At nearly forty minutes of purposeful chaos spread across six tracks, Wode present a barrier of riffs, blasts, and growls, the breaching of which presents an exceptional payoff.
This is fist pumping, sing-along, blackened melodic crust.
Taking full advantage of the strengths offered by each member, the band have spawned a dark, bombastic creation, rich with feeling, and full of twists and turns.
Raise your glass of whisky or beer to the full moon as the Norwegian Cowboys from Hell finally defile us with their and music.