Bleak, mechanical, death industrial from Trepaneringsritualen, with Deathward, To the Womb. Joint release between Black Horizons and Merz Tapes. Distorted feral growling, twisted and compressed until unintelligible. Pulsating synth grinding to the sound of a thousand unrelenting gears. These are visceral, aggressive sounds, drenched in a concept I won't even attempt to interpret. And that's how I prefer it, ears beaten to a pulp, and not quite sure what I just heard. Disgustingly ugly, and perhaps exactly what you've been waiting for. Can't recommend highly enough.
The absolutely best presentation I've seen from a cassette release this year. Incredible booklet style liner notes printed on black with reflective silver ink. Sold out at Discriminate, still available via Black Horizons and Merz.