The long day is winding down. You’re home from your mundane day job, and have nothing to do but wait to fall asleep so you can haul your bloated carcass out of bed and shit, get dressed, and piss off back to the time clock. Maybe you watch TV, or eat a microwavable meal in bed, or masturbate furiously until your genitals are raw and chaffed; or maybe you decide now is the time to listen to music, perhaps something as oppressive and infinitely miserable as your life has turned out to be.
Cthonic Rites is a massive bastard of an album, packed with all the misery of this world and the inevitable horrors lurking beyond. Crushing drums, riffs as thick and slow as an obese hooker in high heels, and all the howling agony of the pit manifested into a dank, murky cacophony. It’s like being locked into a casket filled with carnivorous beetles and hurled into the bottom of the ocean while still alive, begging for a death that won’t come fast enough.
Drone on.
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