If you've seen one of Gnaw Their Tongues's albums, it's easy to see the familiar traits when you look over the gatefold jacket that the disc comes in...there's that verbose album title, and songs with over-the-top occultic names like "Rope, Pig's Blood, Dead Flesh And Two Candles", "Cut Off My Penis In Praise Of Black Satan", "A Circle Drawn With Chalk On Wood", the murky artwork on the back cover that seems to show a cloaked figure standing before a nude woman with a couple of candles sticking out of her ass in some dank crypt-temple, the horrific cover art that has a screaming woman huddled in deep shadows, covered only by some kind of shroud, her eyes nothing but smudges of pure blackness...yep, the visuals and vibe make it pretty obvious that Aderlating is another project from Gnaw Their Tongues mainman Mories, and fans of GTT's pitch-black orchestral/industrial horror are going to love this too, even though Aderlating does indeed differ a bit from Mories's main band...

If anything, Aderlating is more stripped down and ambient than GTT, with wide expanses of swirling reverb and plodding industrial sounds and vast fields of Lustmordian cavedrift. The eight tracks move through passages of fearsome demonic ambience, blasts of caustic carrion wind and crushing death industrial rhythms, utterly massive subterranean drones, monstrous roaring and distant screams lost in a fog of hellish noise, huge grinding chunks of distorted doom riffage surfacing from out of the slime, deep satanic chants resounding from stygian depths, the sounds of wailing tortured voices welling up in bloodcurdling chorales, warped bits of melody and waves of rotted-out amp drone, washes of endless cymbal shimmer and pummeling martial percussion, hideous smears of abstract black metal guitar buried beneath dense layers of metallic clang and electronic detritus and diseased ambience...but where naw Their Tongues follows a similiar path by piling on immense orchestral strings and pounding tympani and building a suffocating wall of blackened symphonic chaos, Aderlating stretches that sound out into a more abstract and ambient expanse of formless industrial dread. At times, this sounds like a weird mix of classic Swedish death industrial, horror film soundtracks and free-jazz percussion. It has enough of that GTT DNA that Gnaw Their TOngues fans will definitely want to hear this, but it's definitely it's own beast. Totally great, and another excellent vision of infernal black horror from the master...limited to only 200 copies, packaged in a full color jacket.