Hellhammer begat Blasphemy begat Angelcorpse begat Nuclearhammer. Goodbye, cruel world.
If the idea of having your reality ravaged and flattened to soot by music yanks your crank, Serpentine Hermetic Lucifer is your ticket to ride in 2014.
45 minutes of bedlamic sci-violent blackdeath tailor-made for those moments when you peep out the porthole and have all sensibility razed by a vision of an impossibly tremendous creature bent on disorder ripping through space and time for no clear reason other than to serve as a stark, cold, black reminder that all the comforts of life are minuscule, fleeting and pointless. Annihilation is your destiny. Annihilation is all of our destiny.
Some incursions are uncompromising and stretched – “Multi-Dimensional Prism of Black Hatred,” “Subhumannihilation” and “Cosmic Atomic Hypnosis” – some are savage and cruelly blunt – “…Rise No More,” “Parasitic (Temple of Rats)” and “The Seeds of Martyrdom” – but it all fastens together like some horrible Lemarchand’s box, and it all answers to a single terrible and enigmatic master: Chaos.
A harsh lesson of wildly turbulent hammering, riffing and barking sporadically interrupted by brief, irrational bleep-bloop communiqúe to kick our fleshy bags of oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium and phosphorus into pandemonium’s glorious furnace.
Get fucked.
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