Vvovnds: Descending Flesh
Furious filth from deepest, darkest Belgium
There is literally nothing nice about Descending Flesh, the first album from Belgian terrors Vvovnds.
And as fans of Converge’s brilliantly brutal Jane Doe – clearly an influence here – will attest, a relentless trip into darkness with no hint of light at the end of the tunnel can be a wonderful thing.
Atonal, chaotic, constructed from a rumbling, sludgy, non-more-black drone, shards of indecipherable noise and gnashing vocals so rusty you need a tetanus jab after listening to them, this is uncompromising in its sheer nastiness.