Corephallism are a perfect match for Gnaw Their TOngues as they both share the same predilection for sexualized horror and pitch-black atmospherics, while utilizing distinctly different approaches to their extreme blackened industrial. This new split 10" Ep brings the two bands together, one on each side, presented in a striking black and white sleeve with lurid images of severe rope bondage and bruised flesh.

Corephallism (aka Shane Broderick of nudist power electronics squad Twodeadsluts Onegoodfuck) offers two tracks on the a-side, beginning with the solemn drones of "Abandonment" that spread out on clouds of gleaming synth, soft funereal notes turning within the hum of the keyboards. Huge rumbling waves of low-end noise and extremely distorted vocals slowly flow in, hellish, monstrous utterances obscured by crushing feedback and amp-filth, but low in the mix so that these violent sounds never overwhelm the ominous droning synths. The second track "Rapes Of Convenience" is similarly constructed, flowing right out of the first song on more drifting sheets of keyboard hum and extended feedback, appearing at first as some massive dark ambient soundscape, but then overtaken by those vicious ultra-distorted vocals and stentorian bass throb. It evolves into a nightmare of slowly pulsating blackened power electronics, dipping off into brief stretches of minimal buzzing before rising up again in a massive burst of infernal electronic drone. Great stuff that finishes far too soon; fans of the jet-black PE/death ambient of Theologian and Prurient need to listen to this pronto.

On the other side Gnaw Their Tongues presents one long track called "A Moral Guide To Self-Castration And Necrophilia", which begins with the sounds of rumbling percussion, ominous reverberations from beneath the earth's surface, mechanical rattling, all of which slowly comes together, congealing into the hissing, grinding throb of some malevolent engine. As it builds, the track erupts with bursts of distorted doom-laden bass and gibbering demonic vocals, blasts of orchestral terror and pounding metallic percussion, horrific gasping sounds and howls of severe agony echoing across the background, and strains of eerie feedback trailing through the lightless murk. A bit more abstract than GTT's recent Per Flagellum album, but as nightmarish and evil as you'd expect from this Dutch black industrial project.