There's a disturbing and totally hallucinating atmosphere haunting their songs; something that assaults and violates the senses, and that works on the subconscious in subliminal, occult ways.
Comparable perhaps to Portal, Mitochondrion, Vasaeleth and even late Blut Aus Nord, ÆVANGELIST ride on majestic black wings, dispensing chaos, darkness and fever like rotten hosts with which to feed countless agonizing souls. You won't find anything pleasant in this dark epiphany. No melodies, no nice hooks, no frills. Just ugliness and utter despair; the tortured screams of those who already inhaled the nauseating, unbereable stench of death while waiting for the horrendous vacuum of non-existence that lays beyond...
"WE ARE ÆVANGELIST, THE PROPHETIC ART OF THE ULTIMATE OBLIVION OF THE UNIVERSE, HERALDS OF AN APOCALYPTIC DEATH THEOCRACY. LOOK UPON THE SETTING SUN AND DESPAIR."