Mortu Noferacius

Gutter-throat voices puke out violence and angst under this slamming, roaring,
rising tempest of organic retribution and discontent. The comprehensive vocal
cadencing textures different parts of the song with an overtone that makes their
monotony essential, almost overbearingly lucid; any rhythms not dominated by
that are sliced out by guitar, a rigid drop-hand blast of anticipatable but
satisfying conclusions. Compositional unity is achieved by rhythm, and shakily
sometimes at that, as part and creation of an overall behind the scenes blood-pumping
tempo that unrelenting carries much of the atmosphere that fits Mortu Noferacius
into the range of simple grindcore or death metal with a world to imitate.