skullflower/mastery: split

Skullflower presents a trinity of sombre meditations evoking Europe after the rain, drowned ruins, sunken dreams: spiders run across harpsichords in deserted schlosses and chateaux, doors slam and phantom demon choirs are summoned at séances by Blavatskian crones, whose impenetrable china blue doll's eyes open onto Tibetan vistas, terrible, ancient, and remote. Mastery is improvised one-man cosm(ag)ick. Total berzerker black metal, rooted in the tradition of true grim blackness, but filtered through Mastery's cracked perception, transforming this into something beyond true; a droned-out and damaged, outsider blackness that sounds pretty much unlike almost any other black metal.