Leechfeast & Nightfucker Split LP

Notice: This is a Pre-Order and will ship before it's release date of May 10, 2024.

In a time where the modern human psyche often seems obsessed with
evolution, advancement, expediency and a so called constant slope of
increase, all too undervalued and unspoken on is the art of dismantlement.
Reduction. The mastery of nuance and a deeper understanding of time. The
ability to sit in a space, perhaps at times unmoving to feel the moments
weight and presence. Perceptions of pacing are often equated aesthetically
and symbolically: ‘Blistering hyper-blasts’ or ‘Molasses like doom’ – Yet,
more important than anything, one should not be the often too quick to
judge a concept based solely on the aspect of movement, but perhaps instead
of intent, texture and feeling.
Both of these bands exist as far deeper sums of what is often a quick to
categorize sound, and display that innovation, atmosphere, and overall
feeling from the result is still the most crucial aspect in the fire of
creation regardless of pace, time, or space.

Irregardless of ones own interest in ‘doom’, the pure and immediate feeling
of weight, sound, atmosphere and emotion produced by the band is
unquantifiable. The long running hybrid Netherlands / Slovenia based
quintet bring forth a truly sinister, emotive and occult presence with
perhaps one of their finest offerings and the sole track here, Bells of
Fire. The signature clean and twisting vocals from Jaka Vatovec float and
haunt like a specter caught in eternity just above the depths of
cataclysmic doom and beauty provided by the rest of the band.
Heart-wrenching low tuned harmonies struggle through and emanate from the
abyss only to be choked and dragged down back into the dark.

Abysmal Canadian sludge with a rotten, bass heavy tone, all encompassing of
any light or joy. Blackened vocals choke and spew over ten-tonne beyond
fuzzed out riffage. The charred remains of a great fire of destruction,
slowly thrashing in agony, burned alive to be born again new. Underneath
the scorched wasteland like atmosphere roll out a new and fresh take for
the genre: Rather complex yet subtle rhythmic shifts and unexpected turns,
particularly on the 2nd track, Poisoned Wine. Intricacies of slow tectonic
shift and feedback reveal again, there’s more here than meets the ear. That
in fact through this recording, ones soul (if one believes in such an awful
thing) is in jeopardy. That once hidden truths are revealed, there is no
hiding them.

– Brandon Hill (Cloud Rat / Fantastique / Starved Relations)