Entombed in dereliction.
Transcendental sludge that grooves you into the floor.
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.
An open, relaxed, space-y, sound; very seventies, combined with deity-crushing, maddened, black metal. There is no band out there that sounds like Oranssi Pazuzu.
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”
Welcome to dying.
In this album review cluster, we plunge into the musty auras permeating from Disentomb, we make effort to settle the debate between the better of the two Batushka’s, Bartushka and Krzysztof’s solo record, and we capstone the episode with the harrowing psychedelic incantation invoked by Skáphe and Wormlust.
A new album review podcast series between podcast host Ryan and album review writer, Tim. We discuss four albums for about 10 to 20 minutes apiece, expounding upon qualities we enjoyed as well as qualities we were not necessarily fond of.
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.