Now what kind of black death is this shit supposed to be again? The Bandcamp-bred dungeon punk (micro-)genre rarely fails to amaze when its over-the-top absurdity collides with such top-notch performances and quality songcraft repeatedly. What kinda starts out like an oldschool black metal-infused bastardization of Chubby and the Gang and early Sheer Mag subsequently throws quite a bit of (neo-?)folk punk RNA into the mix, dares to build up kinda elaborate and flexible song structures while never neglecting its pop qualities, making for a both dread- and joy-inducing soundtrack for a doomed humanity on its way towards the new post-apocalyptic dark ages.
