These guys fuckin’ slay. Nasty, raw black metal that sounds like it is fueled by the hoppy, bitter microbrews of Oregon, and many of them at that. Dark, bloody, and thematically irreverent without being predictable, these dudes warrant no flowery descriptions, nor do they seem like the types that would want one.
Hmmm perhaps a gentle haiku from the dudes themselves:
In the far time ago, in the furyhole of the putrid Kosmos, Grom cum forth to fuck everybody. But only find he the woman and so he finds a way inside her, to the blasting of his white torpedoes and thick burning javelin. This is how we are to here, in the mothervolcano, for ever. We are Skeld, Blüst, Khøøød. We are the Kult of Grom. Gromkult we are. Give prase to Grom for wrape the sky and create the dirtplace we are lives on. Stab face and blood the ground for thanks to he. GIVE PRASE, YE OLD DIRTPLACE. BLOOD THE GROUND, SPREAD THE HELLSOUND, MAKE FUCK IN THE ZIONHOUSES. HEIL GROM.
Great for fans of Venom, other American made black noisery ala Enbilulugugal, Horna, Non-viking Bathory, likely anything pre-Blood, Fire, Death or stuff like Destroyer of Worlds. Their self-released EP Kult of Grom will be out August 21st. GET IT. Then, run outside, punch your neighbor in the face while he mows his lawn, scream something incoherent about the shitty weather, and march off in search of something living to feed on.