Finis sets itself from the very EP's title on the road for a desert land beaten by the splintering sand storm of metalcore/sludgecore.
A spiritual march of solitude and self-compassion, this vibes through their stout progressions, slowly wandering against the wind of holy and self-awarness. The birds chirp just a few seconds as a short memory of the past, as Saturnalia fiercely and suddenly breaks out. Four tracks, energetic and powerful, and as the wind faints, they get downer and and caressing. Long timing, brimming over with noise fuzz, your nose bleeds and no one touched you. Their lyrics (in Italian), sung on Irredento and Inceptus, are framed in a state of vocal hypnosis to finally dissolve the anguish hitherto nurtured into the adrift of doom metal music.
Depressive instrumental soundscapes, filled with plodding (sludge) tempos, a darkly immersive record.
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