Sulphur English is utterly sullen and crushing, yet simultaneously intoxicating, triumphant, and revitalizing. It latches onto an ancient strand of DNA residing in each of us. And it strives to ignite a smoldering flame to illuminate an ancient path we have strayed.
Crux is an undeniably unique album. Compositionally, it is exceptionally crafted and a breath of fresh air within modern rock music. However, I find myself simultaneously loving and hating parts of the album and generally that feeling happens at the same time.
In episode twenty-six, we wander across the ancient, frost-bitten crags sculpted on Gaetir The Mountainkeeper’s Fornjörð. We stagger through the melodic funeral doom death march of VANHA’s Melancholia and on Andromida’s More Than Human, we soar atop its illustrious, cinematic djent compositions.