Ugh! (Or should that be, Bleeurururppp?)
Undergang are arguably the kings of slow-mo, slurry-churning, bone-grinding death metal; the snail pace allowing the filthy ooze to truly take its most hideous form.
The drums form a rigid, re-animated skeletal frame, where the thick bog of guitars, drums and bile-soaked croaks smear over the top of the percussion like the melted, impostumated epidermis of a nightmarish mutation crawling from the sewer with one thing on its mind: human flesh.
It’s odd seeing such cartoonish colours on an Undergang sleeve but it works with the overall vibe. Great stuff!