Fear the return! 50 minutes of audial evil. Wrok (from HELL) has been un-buried and returns with "De onheilsbode". As if time stood still, Wrok plays disturbed and sick primitive Satanic black metal, for fanatics of Bestial Summoning, old Barathrum, old Heretic, Apator, Ildjarn. The first sign of life of the de-buried horde was the infamous Veneration Of The Dead festival in april 2017. The band played live for the first time in over 20 years for a blood-hungry and possessed audience.
CD booklet and LP insert comes with liner notes written. LP insert also comes with all lyrics. LP and CD released first half of 2017.
Both LP and CD are also available as combined set with a tape reissue of the infamous "Ontgravenis" demo 1996, one of the most extreme demos ever brought forth on Dutch soil. This tape is not available seperately - each set is limited to 75 copies only.
released April 15, 2017
All music and lyrics written by Wrok between 1996 and 1998, except "Op de vlerken van Azazel" - interpretation of Countess "On the wings of Azazel". Recorded 2016. Logo's, drawings and lyrics of "Het laatste dodenmaal" by Conscicide (1973-2008).
This young man is a real up and coming force in black metal. His stuff reminds me of The Ruins of Beverast; this is just about as high of a complement as I can give a project, as I consider Ruins to have almost perfected what black metal should sound like. Grandiose and gross (love that vomiting sample); Cthulhu's black metal band. Matthew Arnold
Deathspell Omega has been lauded for what seems like ages now however I didn't personally listen to them much at all until after this release, instead preferring to stick to more traditional "orthodox" BM..
Long story short I'm forever grateful to our Dark Lord that I decided to expand my horizons because this as well as every other album in DSO's catalog is an absolute masterpiece and every fan of extreme metal music(not just Black Metal) owes it to themselves to check them out.
The Furnaces of Palingenesia is stunningly innovative how it transforms what appears to be harsh disconnected noise into melodic beauty through weaving indecipherable and indistinguishable dissonant threads together into a tapestry of melodic perfection that checks all the right boxes and can only be described as art. Consequently, you'll discover that every subsequent listen will unearth new layers that you seemingly didn't hear before.
For the best experience, listen alone in a dark room with headphones (preferably light up a fat blunt) and give yourself up wholly to the music. Let the deeply malignant and yet blessedly euphoric aura of dissonance overtake your pathetic soul.
Blessed is he that murders Christ in himself and in his fellow man.
Amen. Matthew Kokinda