A cradle of pagan sounds, primitive holiness, buzzing chants like humming prayers, melodic drones and static and oddly-tuneful lullabies. Let's dance around the fire and butcher some chickens. Now, track#6, go on and paint your face with the blood.
I think Mamuthones would be a perfect match in matter of nihilism and fierce ecstasy. Not for nothing, they are both on Boring Machines records.
Trance, indian meditation, an exciting journey into the innards the holy, psychedelically folk. The track#5 - sensually and slowly lascivious, - could bring me straight to the bed with a happy ending.
One more strike from one of my favorite record labels, - a very good first time with Black Sweat. Warmly recommended.