31 January 2013


A shroud of white hiss surrounds this entire recording like the mist of a winter morning the likes of which this band can never experience in their home city-state of Singapore. Somehow, a band from a city with an average annual temperature hovering in the mid 80s (those are Fahrenheit degrees, I'm not quite sure what the C temperature is, but I assure you that it is quite warm...and muggy) has managed to make sounds that are so desperately bleak and unbelievably cold. Impersonal and distant black metal.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

some crazy background on these guys: http://r-a-b-m.blogspot.com/2013/01/prekurxor-when-all-light-dissipates-2012.html

this shit totally slays, btw