If you're looking to muck around in some seriously abject slo-mo filth, Disrotted's eponymous is quite the find. Featuring folks that had previously played in Chicago-area bands like Winters in Osaka, Kungfu Rick and Harpoon, Disrotted are an entirely sicker outfit, chewing through intensely ugly and withered glacial death metal, made all the more fearsome by the ghastly troglodytic screams that ring out over this heaviness. It's an absurdly slow, super-primitive death metal chug that fuels their sludge, sort of like Cianide stripped of all flesh and screwed down to about quarter speed. A mess of sickening, rot-stench heaviosity, slashed with evil tremolo riffs and that gaseous, vocal putrescence; scenes of child murder and self-immolation flaring like bursts of grimy light over Disrotted's pitch-black scumworld, puked up from the tortured psyche of someone staring out from the center of an all-consuming grey mass, an industrialized dystopian hell that has been purged of all joy. It ain't no party.

On "Brain Death", a minimalist two-chord dirge shambles glacially through a vast expanse of monochromatic rumble, as guitar strings blur into buzzing dissonance and those elephantine riffs decompose into nothingness; those swarming blackened guitars flit over the lumbering Frostian ur-dirge like flies to a corpse. Towering waves of glimmering, star-rot feedback and more of those blackened tremolo riffs sweep across "Celestial Empire", leading it into a final haze of whirring noise loops and stark, desolate ambience. And on closer "Restless Dead", the trio move from a haunting minor key creepiness into cadaverous trudge and blasts of rumbling noise, which in the end even begins to resemble a HNW experiment, a rumbling, suffocating wall of distorted, sludgy noise that diffuses across the final moments of the album. This stuff comes closer than most to capturing the sort of abject, hateful nihilism that made the early Corrupted material so powerful, while putting their own filthy black stamp on their sound. Definitely one to hear if you're addicted to the sepulchral, blighted deathdoom horror of bands like Fortress, Winter, Cough, Whitehorse, Moss and other proponents of glacial misery.

Limited to five hundred copies, comes with a digital download code.