Possibly the ultimate in necro-industrial murk. Still can't get enough of this band's brand of rumbling, glacial horror, and if you dug that supremely putrid album on Malignant and the split with Trepaneringsritualen that these guys put out a while back, this is just as essential. Made up of members of the blackened industrial metal bands Welter In Thy Blood and Pro-Death, this duo delivers another one of their pungent blasts of roiling graveyard droneology with this six-song tape on Aussie label Fall of Nature, moving through a series of ever widening black-hole generated loopscapes and mesmeric rot-rituals. Evolving from the grimy low-end rumblings of opener "Chalice Of Maggots" into the Basinski-esque drones that spin in slow motion through "Blood On Black Books", the tape chases ghostly murmurs that echo endlessly through a vast subterranean abyss. The sounds slowly corrode and decay as it unfolds, completely stripped of any high end frequencies, leaving behind an incredibly murky black sonic residue. Compared to some of their other stuff, Nekro Blood Ritual is a little more amorphous and ambient, but still quite heavy, effortlessly exuding the sort of decomposing bass-heavy darkness that has long marked their work, dank industrial-tinged rumblings streaked with strange sonic detritus and the sound of ghastly chanting.

    Things do get significantly heavier with the likes of "Nekrobloodritual" or the slo-motion chainsaw dirge of "Desecration Of The Host". On those tracks, the duo disgorges some massive Sunn-esque doom metal riffery that tumbles end over end through the darkness, disinterred metallic fragments drifting languidly through a foul miasma of demonic voices and crackling noise. When Deathstench get really heavy, this tape transforms into something akin to hearing a monstrous blackened doom metal outfit performing from the bottom of a bog while thunderheads slowly encroach over the horizon; or, in the case of closer "Burning Ov Entrails", akin to the sound of titanic tentacles rustling against the exterior of a bathysphere deep in the Marianas Trench, while stygian synthdrones bore through the blackness. Another killer blast of necromantic filth from these guys, taking the spirit of old-school death metal and filtering it through a hideous blackened fog. Limited to one hundred copies.