This follow-up to Servile Sect's Trvth Lp was actually released as a companion piece to that album, extending the same sort of alien black metal concepts developed there. The album begins in a haze of dark cosmic drift and murky electrical drones on "Merkaba", an amorphous black cloud of alien ambience that suddenly erupts in a blast of hyper speed drumming and simple, buzzing black metal riffage. As soon as the band screams out of that dark nebula, their blazing tremolo attack and thrashing tempos take on the shape of a droning black metal assault, but this quickly transforms into passages of eerie kosmische soundscapery with sinister synthesizer lines and deep-space effects drifting over fields of desolate lunar whir and interplanetary static. When the blasting black metal returns, it's total savagery, shredded stripped-down riffs slicing through the interstellar haze, super-hypnotic and majestic but also quite fucking brutal, sort of resembling what might happen if you took 90's Mayhem and dropped them into the middle of one of Phelios or Phaenon's sprawling dark electronic galaxies. It isn't just some mash up of electronic ambience and black metal riffing though; their electronic dronescapes are richly layered, evoking vast Lovecraftian voids that accentuate the primal black blast.

On the second side, the band drifts back in with the warped blackened doomdrift of "Cut The Root", brain-damaged chanting and spiking oscillator effects shooting through the shambling glacial ooze, a slow motion doomcrawl through this cloud of psychedelic electronic fuckery and keening drones and high pitched alien incantations. The vocals are processed into bizarre squealing cries and robotic howls, while the creeping riffs and plodding drums become caught in some sort of strange heat-haze, their slo-mo lurch wavering in space and drifting into the monstrous wormhole maw of "Mountains Lurk". Here the band bursts into a rumbling mid-tempo heaviness layered with those swirling, swarming black electronics and sheets of metallic hum, an almost Sabbathian bass riff undulating underneath it all. By the final track, the music fractures into a hallucinatory cacophony of voices and broken radio transmissions, dire Lustmordian ambience and sweeping majestic black metal guitars, becoming an almost symphonic wall of sound. Fans of Nekrasov's cold, desolate black metal constructs would love this...