Using frightening alchemy and predatory cruelty, BLUT AUS NORD fuses each distinct era of its 23 year existence with innovative readings of cavernous, arcane Death Metal, the occult excesses of outsider Industrial and the abject hauntings of psychotropic Doom.
Ouroboros riffing loops in the incessant lurch and roil of renewal; astonishing microtonal harmonies ripple with the void-cadence of analogue synth; demented Hanneman/Belew leads slur in tangled abstraction; heads are remoulded in a percussive vice of beat-driven ecstasies; chanted incantations invoke the serrated mania of holy knives; tortured bodies speak in tongues of tether-end lunacy.
Held rapt, the unmistakable vestige of melodic grandeur lurks within each distressingly addictive phrase. This is a work of singular class from an artist who continues to remain vital.
Deus Salutis Meæ: the crepuscular entombment, the nocturnal ascension, the extraordinary apotheosis?