(written by Islander)

Take it from someone who’s been struggling to write about music for 16+ years: It’s not easy to capture sounds in words, or to represent how they alter feelings and inspire the imagination without running afoul of triteness or tedium. A humbling challenge to be sure, but even more humbling when we run across the prose of the honcho behind Sentient Ruin Laboratories. Here, as a pertinent example, is an excerpt from the label’s linguistic preview of an album that’s the source of a song we’re about to premiere:

Chilean bestial goregrind terror-cult Mors.Void.Discipline emerge from the bottomless dungeons of South America’s extreme metal underground with their debut full-length monstrosity Txketh)ëké, a twenty-minute obfuscation of terror-spawning bestial war metal destruction swathed in the flesh-eating violence and maggot-infested putridity of 90’s goregrind.

Cryptic and malignant beyond thresholds comprehensible to man, Txketh)ëké projects forth a cancerous aural perversion in which the war-mongering assaults of Blasphemy collide with early Carcass’ mangled and deconstructed sonic butchery. Its astonishing hideousness and violence are not only shaped by its unequivocal descendancy, but further complexed by the peculiar antediluvian and occult aura historically permeating Chile’s underground scene, as well as by the band’s enigmatic inner workings and imagination harvesting perversions from beyond the reach of sanity.

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