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Encenathrakh-Encenathrakh (P2 Omerta)

Progressive Chaotic Technical Blasting Brutal Death Fucking Metal is what are offering this mysterious fucking band came out of nowhere to enter in the darkest damned souls to engrave forever the fucking word Encenathrakh! Completely crazy as fuck and destroying everything in its fucking path with an unprecedented excessive brutality, this entity from the realm of the fucking dead invading the most depraved fucking minds is now among us to push the boundaries of extreme and delivering a damned battle of 11 mysterious fucking acts that are marking our shitty essence deeply within us! These beings from the dead composed of damned fucking souls came anonymously but many current rumors about their identity might be as follows: Paulo Henri Paguntalan (Vocals/Guitar), Mike Barr (Guitar), Colin Marston (Guitar/Bass) and Weasel Walter (Drums)! The four cadaveric characters are offering an insane fucking shit at the highest level by exploiting the darkest fucking areas of extreme musick with an unimaginable intensity, inventive, and mythical insanity that will mark the fucking history of sickness! Guttural and varied fucking vocals with a sustained aggression, guitars riffs completely damn chaotic and very diverse that never repeat themselves what gives to this fucking shit its very present progressive side including crazy technical brutal fucking riffs and finally, an insane non-stop blasting drumming and very often we can be wondered if this is not an infernal fucking machine with unlimited endurance and shitty varieties! An explosion of cacophonous violence highly effective being very hard to dig, but after many plays this fucking shit becomes a little less enigmatic and some rare fucking light among the persistent darkness seeping through this very complex obscure piece of pestilential fucking shit completely fucked up! This unique shitty experience and brutalistic efficiency of production is undoubtedly fucking successful, a mixing well done with an extreme sound faithful to their style by delivering nothing plastic, but only a brutal and raw material that make sounds this fucking shit like a merciless war of death on the world of the living by sowing chaos everywhere! 34 shitty fucking minutes of pure brutality really not accessible to everyone, especially beginners in the fucking genre, but still remains after having spent considerable time an iconic fucking piece of Brutal Death Metal with a mad perfection and unique identity showing a creepy fucking dark atmosphere! A fucking piece of sickness already fucking cult without a doubt and is an essential experience for all the most extreme but also connoisseurs of this shitty fucking genre! Cult Obscure Fucking Piece of Brutal Perfection! 10/10