Oozing forth from primordial depths, the malicious entity known as Tchornobog slithers forth to ensnare listeners with slime-drenched pseudopods and drag them to a brutal desert hell. This is one of those rare, unnerving gems that cannot be easily dispelled once heard; it is as innovative as it is cataclysmic, birthed from the very depths of a windswept pandemonium.
Tchornobog is incredibly dynamic in it’s composition, transitioning seamlessly between bouts of whirling sonic mania and slow, deliberate passages heavy enough to shake the pillars of the universe itself. This album is an amalgam of extreme subgenres blended together into a singular exposition of introspective darkness, and should please fans of death metal, death/funeral doom and black metal alike. There is a certain ambiance lurking in the background of this massive album that speaks of desert nightmares and forlorn hope, the vomit of moribund elder gods, and esoterica beyond description. Tchornobog is as crushing and bleak as the singularity of a black hole, and is as much an experience as it is an album. I find something new each time I return to it, and it’s that sort of thing that has made it one of my very favorite albums released in the past five years. If you like bone-shattering, skull grinding metal in lethal doses, then give Tchornobog a try.
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