ADERLATING-GOSPEL OF THE BURNING IDOLS-CD
Black Plagve Productions-Infect12
Black Noize/Black Ambient/Harsh Noize/Death Industrial
Comes in a fully illustrated thin glossy digipack
I.) OPENING OF THE TOMB:
From deep below the depths of a crypt carrion winds begin to blow.
A deep rumbling from six feet in soil.High pitched feedback spews fourth feeling
the air with toxic decay.A voice emerges.Inhuman growls almost whispered speak
a curse on the poor bastard that ventured here.Hostile and unwelcoming.The atmosphere
is thick and all is pitch black.Strange sounds are heard from within the suffocating wall of
black noize and screaching feedback.A low crunching pulse begins as everything grows more
intense.Somewhere in the darkness muffled drums begin to pound at a funeral march pace.
We have opened the tomb to find a passage way into terror hidden below.The air is heavy with
rot and moss as we go deeper.The voice of some unknown horror our only guide.This sounds like
a lovecraftian nightmare come to life.The drums begin to pound relentlessly.Cymbols becoming one
with the deep cavernous winds that howl within the decrepit stones.Blasts of filthy noize are carried
on the wind like a swarm of locusts.Intense feedback, frenzied drums and walls of darkness.
II.) A VULTURE'S TONGUE DISEASE:
Black ambience and growls/moans of the dead and damned.Harsh noize that sounds like it is
buried far below the soil.Crashing triumphant percussion along with haunting ghost like choirs
sing to the glory of death.There are other sounds heard lurking within the malestrom of assulting
sounds but their origins are unknown.Drums crash like thundering hooves of the reaper's steed.
Manipulated voices and shrieks howl over the sounds of the choir.All buried in a forsaken grave
of vile harsh noize.Holding it all together like a cocoon or the thick strands of a silken web.All fades
to lower tones buried far deeper and then silence overtakes all.
III.) THE BURIAL GOWN REEKS OF SEMEN:
Feedback and sub-bass frequencies of horrid noize.Rumbling and grinding as black winds again
molest the air.Metallic death industrial percussion and loud clangs like a shovel digging into moist
ground.Death screams of tormented spirits cry in agony above the towering walls of noize.They
call out again but this time are much more vicious going straight for the throat.Shifting rustling sounds
and dripping sewage pipes.An unspoke of place of burial for the raped and forgotten.Dense dark ambience
and slamming metallic sound.Someone dropping a corpse in a metal coffin and all is said and done.
IV.) DRAGGED TO THE SMOULDERING PITS OF INFINITY:
Clawing talons from the sky appear as howling winds.Unknown monstrocities hiding within them.
Ripping attacks of noize and high pitched sounds like a lead pipe against concrete.It is as if the very
air around you is tearing it's way back out your lungs.All is dread and hopeless.Clashing drums sound
from angry forgotten Gods in the greater sky.There is a cold ambience within formed by haunting synths.
The heaven's have declared war on all below.Their bellowing voice comes in low almost unheard gusts of
wind.If you listen closely to the demonic booms you can hear them cursing our existence.
V.) BONDAGED IN SHAME, DISGRACED IN FEAR:
What resembles trumpets sound.A low wall of noize like sand grinding in a desert storm is heard.Delay and
reverb drenched vocals pour out over the land.Insects scatter about in search of shelter.A low pulse of strange
Tribal percussion that sounds like it is being played in an old shack within the sands rage on as the
winds beat on the walls.Attempting to drag the lone musician into a humiliating death.Electric signals and those
effect fucked vocals still calling out.The sky outside is black as midnight when no moon hangs above.A dizzying
haze of spiraling sound.Drums still pounding out into the deep empty expanses.They cease giving way to the
low moaning electronics from before and a few rattling sounds before departing.
VI.) SPEWED ON BY SLAVES OF INHUMANITY:
Death industrial percussion booms with crushing intensity in the vein of NDE or a louder BRIGHTER DEATH
NOW.Monstrous whispering blackened vocals like a death rattle.Disharmonic furious synths mimick an orchestra
of woe.High pitched vocals scream out in bitter hatred.There are things lurking within this myriad of torment playing
ritual drums and making other noizes of ungodly rites.Drums crack like thunderous whips over fields of electric hums.
Vocals rise and fall like daemons and angels in an apocalyptic battle.Daemonic forces delighting in hellish victory as
the Gospel arrives.
VII.) GOSPEL OF THE BURNING IDOLS:
Manipulated electronic frequencies whir and swirl in chaotic rythym bringing fourth the Gospel.Low cavernous
walls of deep bass tones join the frantic ritual.A serpentine hissing repeats in cycles like the life and death of ouroborus
neverending.Coiling and shifting tones as it continues.Glacial sheets of ice grind.The gospel is something meant for
another realm and not to be understood by man.Winds swirl and die bringing it all to it's end.
.ADERLATING HAVE RELEASED A TRIUMPHANT OPUS OF BLACKENED FILTH AND HARSH NOIZE.MONOLITHIC AND RELENTLESS: