Album of the year - hands down. Music, lyrics, visuals / aesthetics, atmosphere and packaging - each element perfectly complimentary to the others.
Writhing, pulsing, whirling and undulating with a nefarious, otherworldly agenda.
To describe it as the soundtrack to the Lovecraftian nightmares of Gorguts and Morbid Angel's ill-tempered many-tentacled German Expressionist assbaby would be an unimaginative cop-out.
I haven't heard this yet and I still need to obtain an actual copy of the album. I know if I hear this without the packaging, it will diminish the full experience.
dude. i listened to a couple songs on swarth. i don't get this band. i did hear gorguts and morbid angel with the crazy knob turned to 11. that's a good comparison. i'll have to listen while under the influence i suppose.