Wraiths

“When you hide your face, they are terrified; when you take away their breath, they die and return to the dust.” – Psalm 104:29

Shunning the difference engines and thinking machines of the current age, these two tortured priests take the hymns of their past lives and pervert them into vast walls of howling sound; a blood-flecked gobbet of phlegm in the eye of their one-time Lord. Unholy screeches echo in a cathedral of white-noise static. Compared to acts as diverse as Burzum, Lustmord, Wolf Eyes and Sunn0))), Wraiths play equal parts black ambient, noise and ritualised drone.