Ok. To spare yourselves the time of reading an entire little review, just do yourselves a favor and glance at the cover art and the name of the album for a quick second. If you haven't come to the conclusion that this is some heavy, depressive black metal already then you should probably just ignore this post. This album is not for the faint of heart or people with no patience. It's very atmospheric and droney between the disgustingly intense surges of hatred and self-loathing. The whole thing is an abomination in the best way possible. It's all one guy from texas (I believe he goes by 'Plague') who hates pretty much everything and makes it VERY clear. Check this out if you hate yourself.
1. Writhing, Collapsed Flesh
2. Veins Of Death And Hunger
4. Enveloped In A Diseased Abyss
Enveloped In A Diseased Abyss
apparently, the first track was corrupt so here's a link for that.
Writhing, Collapsed Flesh