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