Another Malignant Records release they were kind enough to send my direction. We have, The Vomit Arsonist's "An Occasion for Death." Join me in what will assuredly leave you questioning reality.
A slow churning in the bowels of the machine quietly hide behind a powerful sample starting off "An Occasion for Death," on the first track, "Think God Out of Existence." The churning becomes more alive, gradually increasing in volume and depth. The voice gives way to the atmosphere. Slow, meandering, oppressive, moving with a distinct goal.
"At the Edge of Life, Everything is an Occasion for Death" flows from the aftermath of "Think God Out of Existence." Darkly ambient, haunting. A slow, tortured, drum beat begins to take form; plodding and enhancing the ominous field of sound. A shrill voice takes hold. Distorted and eerie, seemingly wrapping around the ears. Droning, but intriguing. Never allowing one to drift off, or forget where they are.
"Invita Minerva" boils through. Haunting, delayed vocals, echo throughout sending chills down the spine and embedding deeply. Rolling, static noise lie just behind, rumbling and swarming. Slow, but effective in its crawl. "Black Bile" comes in on the hindquarters of "Invita Minerva" with another slowly plodding, highly mesmerizing drum pattern. Tribal-like in their demeanor. The distorted vocals reappear, menacingly, agonizingly. The voice becomes more strained, giving way to unnerving effects, ending the track on an unpleasant note.
"Torn Between Will and Desire" sways into the ears. Swooping back and forth, hanging among a cloud of despair. Noise infiltrates harshly but not unbearably. Penetrating high ends mingle amongst a low creeping torture that sluggishly brings brute drumming into play. Whispers of insects play to and fro with harsh vocal disturbances that crumble and decay leading to "The Absurd." A clutter of natural sounds mix with high-end murmurs as the ghastly voice once again makes its appearance, unintelligibly, drenched in affliction. The sounds of metal scrape along once again, chilling the spine. Aptly titled, "A Means to an End," comes in as the last track of the album. Setting foot into a natural setting, clanging, chopping, surgical, like the ambiance of a morgue. Disturbing, fleshly sounds introduce another sample spoken in foreign tongue. The machine continues its churning, contorting the background clatter. Returning is the distorted, anguished voice. Making its final, unsettled, appearance. The horrifying atmosphere sets on edge, the fears unknown. The subtleties and combinations of sounds allow for the mind to enhance as it pleases. Before long, the aura fades away. The sounds have dissipated but the feeling is residual in bone. Walking away, no longer feeling secure. A magnificent feat to achieve.
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