A cavalcade into depravity.
Full of Hell point microphones into the bleak forgotten corners of existence on their new record, giving voice to a deep and frightening darkness.
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.