Ossaert

The ever-thriving Dutch underground is a constant propellant of evocations overflowing with genuine black metal fervour. A name synonymous with such enigmatic allure is Zwolle's solitary endeavour, Ossaert. Following two full-length tomes, the prolific wraith manifests itself yet again with a stint of uniquely profane savour, an act of unshackling spiritual puissance under the sign of 'Offerdier.' Throughout four unhallowed musical creations, Ossaert ravishes the dark night of the soul with a purge of tenebrous black metal where the ether is enraptured by immense guitar riffs, piercing as rusty daggers plunging through the inner self, sustained by a dynamic pulsing drumming, as diverse as it is stands overtly organic and robust. Such traits blossom by way of a well-balanced aural quality, granting an oppressive essence on reckless blast-beating passages, yet making room for contemplative, further atmospheric sections. In the centre of such intense turmoil, an ecstatic narrator bewails in delight death of the self, rejoicing the feeble ways of the gods' will, liberating the soul of its chains. As an act of real blasphemy, this howling voice exults true liberation, for it is wholly achieved by utmost destruction. There is no way back.