Loony Finnish black metal that drags you into it’s sticky web of religious delirium and spits you out the other end like some sort of weird black soul-sucking machine. Enochian Cresecent have been around for a dozen years now, but they might as well be a thousand years old. They sound like those old woodcarvings of the guys who think they’re werewolves, running around the village with babies in their mouths, bloody arms and legs splayed all over the countryside. They are a like some sort of musical Bubonic plague, a great and terrible shadow looming over the land, threatening death and horror. They are fuckin’ awesome, is what I’m trying to tell you, with unsettling lyrics, searing death n’ roll guitars, guttural blood-witch hissing, and clenched fist choruses that make you wanna…I dunno, crucify something. Somebody get my hammer ! __________________________________________________

-Sleazegrinder