They didn’t lose an ounce of intensity in the last seven years.
An excellent debut from a band with very strong EyeHateGod and Candlemass influences.
They should be noted by anyone in the need of cathartic breakdowns or eclectic imagery.
Less shocking than it might’ve wanted to present itself as.
Black Tusk continues to refine its sound with TCBT by experimenting briefly with space within the songs.
The adaptations to black metal that these French metal heads pull off on this album are nothing short of spectacular.
A monstrous soundscape to accompany the weight of a nuclear crisis.
They bring the power and the glory of pure Doom and mix it with Crust, with Sludge, with Death, and create their own powerful, primal cocktail of poisoned stew.
An underground gem which will survive as an early contender for album of the year.
One blur of crushing goodness.