Limited to 250 copies on pro manufactured cassette using Cobalt high-bias tape. White matte shell without border or screws, red leader, with black ink print. Two panel double-sided jcard. Mastered by Kib Sreng. Layout by HT/Axczor. Cover art by Xolaryxis. Logo by Axczor.
released November 4, 2016
Arcane razors bleed the sky as the weeping chords that summon theta-trances shimmer over raucous, galloping nightmares. The pulse of black blood within the earth is exploited with disharmonious treachery, breaching the path of wholesome replenishment with humiliation and rape. As the aboriginal body subverts the civilized rationale, so we are pushed by our unknown desire toward the dank crevices of Lilith's womb. Sorguinazia are shamanistic butchers of pseudo-occult intellectualism, purveying pure cannibalistic black metal with preternatural fire, and Vault of Dried Bones is proud to present their first, self-titled demo on professional cassette on November 4th, with a 12" vinyl version to follow in March 2017, with the B-side to feature etched artwork.
Hailing from parts unknown, Sorguinazia are one of the most exciting newcomers Vault of Dried Bones has revealed from its chambers. Proudly a self-contained duo, Sorguinazia weave a ghoulish 'n' ghastly sort of black metal, one that locates a wobbly balance between beyond-the-shade mysticism and soul-flaying insanity. Its innermost frequencies pulsate and mutate, warping the listener's comprehension (and psychic DNA) with diabolical ease: a soundpool of gibbering, horrendous "notes" that somehow coalesce into rude yet strangely alluring shapes. The resultant sound of Sorguinazia is one that's faintly recognizable as being performed by humans, but more so emits a sense of spiritual dislocation that thusly transports said listener far beyond the realm of man. Is there a return? Perhaps Sorguinazia's imminent debut album for Vault of Dried Bones will answer that, or forever seal the corridor...
Tchornobog is without a doubt one of the best records of the decade.
It goes beyond the outdated concept of ''genres'' to create something very much of its own. To think this is the most honest artistic expression of ONE single person is even more impressive.
It's one long journey, but a very worthwhile one. The songs all mesh perfectly into one relentless masterpiece that traps you in its atmosphere, without escape.
Despair, decay... and all the good shit. activa44