The first widely available album from Tenhornedbeast (2007's The Sacred Truth) was an amazing slab of occult black ambience, one of the heaviest and most evil sounding albums that Cold Spring ever released aside from their Nordvargr-related output. And while I'm still waiting to hear a brand new album of grim, fearsome ambience from THB, this recently released collection of unreleased studio material and remixed recordings is a fine enough way to hold over, with most of the material on this disc essentially sounding like all new music. My Horns Are A Flame To Draw Down The Truth features three tracks that use the original recordings from The Sacred Truth as source material, but remixes and restructures the tracks until they become something almost completely different, crafting all new worlds of dark, terrifying sound. The other two tracks are from the same recording session that produced Sacred Truth, but are appearing here for the first time. It's pretty essential if you loved that album as much as I did. Each track (which span anywhere from eight to thirteen minutes) is a dark, shadow-filled sonic realm, inhabited by swirling clouds of malevolent disembodied voices, thunderous swells of reverb and fx that sound like it's all being pumped through endless underground catacombs, thick slabs of terrifying black ambience drifting slowly through space, spacious fields of crushing psychedelic drone, harsh industrial textures, and immense gusts of cavernous Lustmordian drift. These reworked/rebuilt tracks all tend to be more minimal and spacious than the original Sacred album and veer much deeper into pure dark ambience, but there are some rare moments of the crushing heaviness that made that album so monstrous, like the punishing Sunn-like sludge and rumbling industrial plod that powers the title track, and the shamanic drum in "The Sword Was Our Pope" that throbs through the endless anguished voices that escape like mist through cracks in the earth. The most metallic of all of the tracks however is the final one, "Fenris-Wolf"; here, droning black metal guitars drift like echoes of orchestral strings across a charred wasteland of grinding synthesizer drones and utterly bleak black ambience. It's one of THB's finest moments. With Tenhornedbeast, Chris Walton continues to explore the psychic terrain he first traveled through with his dark ambient project Endvra, but here the journey is so much bleaker and heavier. Another favorite in the canon of black ambience and the fearsome ritualistic industrial shared by MZ.412, Deadwood, Wolfskin, and Nordvargr. Comes in a gorgeous matte digipack with spot-varnish printing.