There is something wholly necrotic rippling through the powerviolence bloodstream, a malefic smear that has seen the genre eclipsed in darkness as a new cabal of misers take hold of its artistic reins, cascading it ever deeper into an unknown and seemingly endless subterranean abyss. Among those crepehangers endorsing if not orchestrating this penumbra of punk would be False Light, a dour four piece clinched in a curious squirm between dissonant sludge-bound exhalations and violent seizures of enmity. Vision and execution align precisely on the microscopic parallels as False Light seduce a vast array of nameless phantasms into the coil of their tightly bound claustrophobic covin, antagonizing and brutalizing each and every fragment of musical expenditure in an overzealous exorcism. False Light just reek of unrequited artistic passion bordering on the insane, every kilojoule of energy spent and every decibel ruptured has been compelled towards the continued construction and maintenance of the oily fume laden atmospheric density, nothing ever leaves the paradigm nor does anything foreign ever enter. Despite the insular essentially of it all, there is a positively organic albeit pestilential growth to it, an ever expanding blot of ink that by the end of it will see you quoting Nietzsche and assessing the futility of artistic endeavor.
Inaugural track Rotting Teeth is an ordeal of grit punctuated with various mosh moments and knuckle scraping goodness, a jagged mode of operation that resurfaces with the physical penultimate track Lung, whilst tracks such as The Great Unwashed and Praxis are far more rigid in their uncompromising attitude, hemorrhaging ire and ichor as a result of continuous musical self mutilation, and lest we forget 36 second sprinter Almighty Thief that jumps on the offensive with a blast beat blitzkreig. Alas 7" of wax couldn't hold what would of been their dirge-ing finale ///, an almost 6 minute epoch of lamentation and echoes in the jaws of darkness, a drop-me down that shares little in the way of form from and presentation to its predeceasing tracks yet all of its grizzly vision.