Review Summary: Soothing cuddles for your exciting new journey.
Supernaturals is anything but plain, with harsh vocals that transcend genres. This is a doom/sludge/death album, a mixed breed of thunderous, star shaking riffs. Such riffs can turn manly men into whimpering, submissive babies and like babies we long for Morbid Evils’ milk. The music provides succulent vitamins that nourish the body, replenishing our energy. Nestled in Morbid Evils’ breasts, it provides a warm cocoon like living inside the belly; the sound is vast, lush, and cacophonous. The invitation is there, to blanket yourself in the nourishing comfort that these crushing riffs provide, you will be completely dependant on them.
Supernaturals envelops you in its feeling of safety, the belly much louder than the outside world. You will hear the environment around you, but you will not care while in perfect bliss. The crushing repetition is the soother, with waterfalls of noise surrounding the listener. As this happens, you will understand that Morbid Evils loves you, for none could provide such pleasures as them. Only the Mother has the power to naturally create and sustain such a powerful, intimate connection.
