Filthy disturbing sludgey blackened depressive metal atrocities from my favourite Netherlander, the mighty Gnaw Their Tongues. Sorry, I gush a bit in this one, but I do so love Mr Tongues' horrifying aural vistas. Review scribbled for Heathen Harvest, and not very edited by the everloving Sage Weatherford.
"The art I love most of all comes embedded with a very specific kind of unavoidable challenge, namely: The art I love most of all is art that surprises and/or shocks me in some way, giving me something that I have never experienced before. The unavoidable challenge of such art is, once I’ve been surprised and/or shocked by a project, how can it ever do that again? When a huge part of a band’s appeal is its ability to pioneer new ground, can it still do that for a second release—or a third? Or, in Gnaw Their Tongues’s case, a fortieth? Well, gosh darn it and blast me to heck, but I do believe it can."
Gnaw Their Tongues - Hymns for the Broken, Swollen and Silent
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