An album of unparalleled hypnotism, join the followers of the light clan as they delve into the rituals of a thousand diminished spirits, an infinitely winding journey of aural sustenance and visceral prayer. Adorning the holy ancients with marble and polished stone in the dungeon of divine solitude, the heathens of the great lake Atum disembowel a goat as a sacrifice to an unfolding lotus while howling a rhythmic chant that welcomes the newborn prophet and echoes infinitely into the melting pot of time and space. So. Much. Fucking. SUBSTANCE.
what the fuck its just droning on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and
This album has a beautifully consistent musical texture all the way from the infectious opening chant to the mesmerizing drone riffs of the final track. It is musically mature and robust, having no outstanding weaknesses or divergences from form. The new variety of instrumentation is seamlessly and masterfully integrated into an already serene soundscape. Superb.
