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Ondes

Mucous Slathered Face Morphed Into Tsathoggua

from Split Formations and Infinite Mania

April 5th, 2024
7 tracks
44:15
Split Formations and Infinite Mania
Split Formations and Infinite Mania
Mucous Slathered Face Morphed Into Tsathoggua
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Mucous Slathered Face Morphed Into Tsathoggua
Venomous Echoes
New sequence begins Dreams and hallucinations become real Skin expands, I can feel the limbs snap My pores ooze mucous I can feel the new shapes The walls howl as I shapeshift Limbs of unknown origin Slime pouring from everywhere Slathered on my face like a pitiful fly Covered in its own self doubt The journey continues into the halls of God Before time and space My skin boils, melting away to show new form Innards spill like all my self hatred in mind They said I was weak, but I've endured New life secured in pain and terror The legs burst as I fall into despair It's worth it in their eyes Am I worth your gaze now? Identity becomes of elder ones They made into a Malcloidic monster Am I worth your scowls? Am I worth myself?
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Second full length album by Ohio based VENOMOUS ECHOES, "Split Formations and Infinite Mania" picks up where the previous "Writhing Tomb Amongst The Stars" left off and continues to explore cosmic horror territories in which Lovecraft's terrifying ultra-dimensional visions seem to merge with David Cronenberg's disturbing body-horror.

Once again the concept of VENOMOUS ECHOES, a project by the solo multi-instrumentalist Ben Vanweelden, focuses on his own body dysmorphia and the psychological implications. The body is a prison, a space tomb that is both a place of torture and a portal to other dimensions, as sinister and unsettling as 0ndes' cover drawing. Dismemberment, decomposition and recomposition are like alchemical phases in a grotesque process of metamorphosis that is carried out through very violent songs, which shorten the stylistic distance between MORBID ANGEL at their most brutal and PORTAL's uncontrollable chaos.

Vanweelden is the author of an intense vocal performance, alternating beastly shrieks and deep growls, and more than once his vocal cords seem on the verge of breaking in a liberating cry. On the contrary, the strings of his guitar mercilessly writhe in the air like flaying whips, ringing oblique and dissonant riffs hurled against furious rhythms that occasionally plunge into death-doom abysses.
Rarely has a death metal album reached such high emotional heights, translating an intimate and personal experience into an universal cosmic horror apocalypse.

Credits

Album concept, all instruments, programming and lyrics
by Benjamin Vanweelden

Art by 0ndes
Visual design by Francesco Gemelli