This has gotta be some of the murkiest shit ever, in the best way possible of course. Undergang play slow, sludgy death metal, somewhere between Mortician and Autopsy, but coursing in its veins is the new blood and disgusting sewery goodness of the current crop of new death metal bands. Of course, Undergang actually predate a lot of these new sewer dwellers, but the energy and vibe is the same.
Think wet, loose and analogue production. Think chunky riffs and impossibly low guitars. Think – or see – intensely graphic dot work inked covers of zine’s past. It’s all here, and its disgustingly brilliant.