Grab yer pick and shovel it’s time to dig deep here and see what we dredge up. Coming from Brazil the ammonia like scent of adipocere is strong and we need not cast any inspiration to nefarious tomb raider Ed Gein. However, we could certainly enter the very strange realm of Zé do Caixão aka Coffin Joe who were he still inhabiting the veil of the living would no doubt have dug this! Active since the late 90’s, these ghastly ghouls are now on album number four. The last ‘Dust To Lust’ surfaced in 2016 via Season Of Mist but here the group have decided to license the release to various labels and spread their contagion as far as possible with no interference to their art. It seems a brave move and I can’t imagine their previous label meddling in what they do but this is what we have been told.

Naturally various, highly regarded, South American kvlts have been mentioned here in comparison and as a foul odour is unearthed from the bowels of the earth and ‘Necromantical Hex’ ploughs out the speakers you hardly need them spelling out. This is wrathful, deathly black metal with a black thrashing tumult about it. Uncompromising, hammer and nails thunder and blasts rattle away with vocalist Butcherazor gargling his dread sermon over the top. Sound wise it’s full bodied and bloody and when a glorious sounding guitar solo spirals out you can really appreciate the production here. The thorny guitar work is incessant as we snap and snarl into ‘Death Misery Ecstasy,’ any bones dug up are chewed on, maggots and all as they squeal and scream off into the night and one gets the feel that we are very much witnessing a depraved feast of the damned. The end of mankind is signified by the doom-laden start of ‘Finis Hominis’ but it’s a short step away from chaos and mayhem as well as a downright evil cackle for good measure.

An unholy requiem mass is delivered with excellent backing snarls on the driving and somewhat magnificent ‘Missa pro Defunctis’. It’s a short and powerful, horror-fuelled dip into undead kingdoms and ‘Fogo fátuo’ conjures ghost lights via some sliding guitar slices straight out the war metal handbook which no doubt saw this lot aligned with Black Witchery on a previous recording. Suddenly the music is left to a dull throb allowing the vocalist to deliver a strange rite straight out the realms of the aforementioned grimoire of Coffin Joe. There’s stacks to keep you on your toes here such as a gorgeous acoustic guitar intro to the otherwise potent ‘Occult Bewitchment.’ Then there’s an absolutely belting cover of ‘I Fuck The Dead’ originally shat out of hell by everyone’s favourite corpse molester GG Allin.

I guess this album could have gone either way from biscuit tin barbarism to what we actually have here a baptism of filth with plenty of ideas and diversity far from picking over the same old bones the listener may have set themselves up for. This one has impressed no end, the velocity is nothing short of breath-taking and by the time the ‘Whited Sepulchre’ on God’s kingdom crumbles after a perfectly blasphemous 38-minutes this vile album should have ingrained itself on your very soul.

(8.5/10 Pete Woods)

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