���� The follow-up to the band's 2006 cassette on Freak Animal The Universal Nothingness, this Finnish outfit returns with their first full-fledged full-length album of ultra-heavy death industrial, bulldozing through thirteen tracks of grinding machine loops, rhythmic metallic noise and bone-crushing percussive power, delivered at mind-numbing level of heaviosity. There's something about Finland that produces some of the most crushing industrial noise I listen to, and Decondition's latest sits nicely next to other purveyors of corrosive filth as Grunt and Sick Seed.

���� As soon as Sukellan Tuntemattomiin Syvyyksiin ruptures the monstrous, monolithic drones and cyclical noise blasts that open the album, it's obvious why Decondition's stuff would have found a home at one time on Mikko Aspa's infamous noise label. This hour-long crawl through infernal factory-works and clandestine metalshops fuses a suffocatingly bleak atmosphere of future-shock despair and urban ennui with pulverizing blocks of repetitious distorted sound, delivering a similar grueling listening experience as the likes of Grunt and Strom.ec, alongside nods to early Genocide Organ. It has an even heavier, more doom-laden edge though, and the use of deafening scrap-metal rhythms and the general level of abrasiveness also draws some comparisons to apocalyptic machine-beasts Sektor 304. There's moments on Syvyyksiin like the monotonous, soul-crushing sledgehammer hypnosis of "Ep�toivon Riivaamat Ajatukset" that take on an almost Swans-esque level of brutality. There's also a hint of musicality here, which emerges through some of the almost melodic loops and grim synth-riffs that take shape throughout the album, but for the most part this remains thoroughly bleak in tone, each track further expanding on Decondition's scrap-yard deathtrance, a mesmeric cacophony of steel beams clashing against oil tanks in brutal, bludgeoning time, distorted voices raving through a haze of black static, the tension and power of each peice exponentially increasing as the tracks build to a kind of deafening, skull-pulverizing satori, a crushingly monotonous industrial nightmare broken up with only a couple of descents into murky, submerged black ambience at the very end. Released in digipack packaging in a limited edition of four hundred ninety seven copies.