I am no demonologist (law qualifying just shy), but employing my contract law knowledge I would imagine the Faustian pact Australia's demonic twosome thedowngoing made with the devil would entail a period of hell equal to the cumulative listening time of their new release: ATHOUSANDYEARSOFDARKNESS , which much to the loss of Matt and Muzz's post life experience will be forever; this infectious siren of destruction is never going to leave your regulars play list. The release name does not only exist as a title but is likely to be prophecy born from this release, I don't think you can come any closer to the Noise/Grind chaos without being absorbed into one of the more torturous planes of hell; although I am more than willing to let this wonder duo give it a go.
Its a follow up from their much loved pandemonium the Untitled EP, and although I had some concerns that the distillation of their collusive noise and grind tumult would detriment the overall projection of their unique and unequivocally unmatched sound, but these fears have been rightfully scorched from existence upon opening the Pandoras box that is ATHOUSANDYEARSOFDARKNESS. This 10 minute snapshot of hell makes their previous release look like a nursery rhyme, and that says a lot since I know no other band on the planet that offered such a deconstructive hailstorm to constitute music(Defeatist were a keen second place in the running order, but kept a safe distance from thedowngoing's trail of devastation).
Its a serpentine orgy of grind, noise and bedlam that gives no quarter, only pure unadulterated, unrelenting and unforgiving aural punishment in the most iron fisted manner conceivable. It is the very definition of musical sado-masochism, you are meant to feel fear, dread and despair listening to it, yet it brings with it this unfathomable sense of pleasure. They have published lyrics, which I must admit on paper are that riveting blend of intellectual nihilism and poetics if you care to peruse the inside of the case, but externalising them to correspond with their acute shrills and bellows that constitute "vocal output" is a task beyond me, that being said I can't say I ever learnt the finer points of Parseltongue.
No amount of hyperbole, metaphor or personal monologue can give justice to how much I have endlessly enjoyed this release, and if my word means anything I implore you to check it out.