Under the needle

With such choice lyrical yarns as “Salvation comes through your asshole,” you’d be correct in assuming Fleurety follow a rather less conventional stylistic route than most. And indeed, as a record that’s violently teeming and pulsating with all manner of curiously alien, ambient trappings, migraine-inducing caustic textures and demonic gurgling, few experimental artists so thoroughly and instantly unsettle the listener. Having featured a rich variety of guest musicians extrac

With its densely contorted lines of inky, ceaselessly churning fretwork, ghoulish atmospherics and exquisitely fine melodic details, it’s hard to imagine a record more perfectly engineered for doom-laden listening pleasure than Monad’s gloriously deathly debut. But despite being generously steeped in all the instantly identifiable trappings and trademarks of the genre, the brutally crushing and coldly majestic ‘IVIIV’ displays a rare richness of character that’s seldom witnes

This complex and meticulous melding of turbulent, ceaselessly churning groove, lacerating technical detail and gargling bile is no easily definable, nor instantly digestible proposition. Through relentlessly sustained lines of echoing distortion and coldly hypnotic, knife-edged symmetries drenched in frontman Trent Griggs’ wondrously acerbic screams, these compositions demand more than a casual listen to properly process and unravel the mind-boggling complexities contained wi