And the Dethroned Burst Into Flames

Cassette on WereGnome Records.

CD on Grime Stone Records.

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From the entity behind the post black metal and occult ambient drones of Aeons and Monuments - also the creature crafting the loopbased minimal doomgaze of TIEF and the lesser half of the spirit that forges the blizzardy hymns of Wintarslāf - comes the regicidal surf procession of Necrosferatul, a blackened beach party where the powdered wigs of monarchs are set alight on pyres while anarchistical sanguisuges bury their fangs into the throats of dethroned regents.

Vampyrism is first and foremost a metaphor here. Instead of gazing upon baroque castles with ornate mirrors and chandeliers and bloodsoaked gowns of velvet - and other romanticized topoi of this much celebrated and somewhat gimmicky setting alone - Necrosferatul is much more about crushing idols and desecrating false gods, bringing down the sociopathic parasites who betray humanity, the nobles and royals and toxic oppressors who willfully turn themselves into vampyres in a much more real and devastating sense: by feeding off the blood and livelihoods of those they exploit, pushing them further into desperation, poverty, illness and ultimately death in order to fund and support their own greedy goals.

Ancient bloodlines are only good for the sucking.