���The debut album of eschatological dread from Polish band Beyond Life, who combine grim electronic soundscapes with sludgy industrial heaviness and smatterings of severely downbeat black metal, producing a sickly, unsettling vibe over the course of these six tracks. Ugly, discordant stuff that oozes a nightmarish energy, Beyond Life's music is a lot more experimental than most of the industrial black metal stuff I've heard lately, though you can make out some shades of Mysticum's more atmospheric moments here and there. The opening title track kicks this off with a nearly twenty minute epic, moving from a nightmarish noisescape filled with warped murky guitar and dissonant, deformed blackened melodies that creep up from beneath swells of violent crashing percussion and metallic shimmer. Bursts of distorted drone and creepy half-formed melody rise over the sounds of distant wailing voices drifting disembodied through the abyss, amid gusts of filthy saturated amp-fuzz and keening inhuman howling echoing even further in the depths. A sprawling blackened nightmare that ever so slowly begins to coalesce into a rumbling necrotic mass of sound, like some bizarre free-improv workout oozing from out of an oubliette; at times it's almost comparable to T.O.M.B.'s mausoleum rumblings or the dungeon psychedelia of Abruptum and Emit, a meandering abstract evil presence that gradually shapes itself into a glacial, discordant riff meandering through this fuzzy, black industrial deathscape, rattled by sudden bursts of chaotic drumming and violent blastbeats, even lurching into a twisted, pummeling groove at the end of the song that lurches into a hypnotic, almost Aluk Todolo-esque churn.

��� The rest of the album, however, turns into a kind of mournful, gnarled post-rock, "Sickness Of Humanity" unleashing waves of black kosmische ambience and oceanic synthdrift like some tortured, crpyt-crawling version of Tangerine Dream, disturbing vocals and samples dissolving into surging waves of orchestral blackness and vast tectonics, while the melody from Lennon's "Imagine" loops endlessly over a ghostly backdrop of whirring industrial thrum and churning blackness on "Post-Apocalypse Now", slowly evolving into a malevolent industrial dirge. Other songs offer more languid meditations on emptiness and infinity, evocative instrumental guitar and moody jangle melding with cinematic 80's style synths over the sounds of ocean waves lapping against a shore, flowing into passages of deep electronic whirr and fuzz-drenched blackened psychedelia, lush tremolo-drenched guitar wavering and washing through rainstorms and distant demonic vocals and Draculoid mutterings. Weird shit, for sure. Limited to five hundred copies.