Galician trio Black Earth are ‘begotten in chaos and speaking an abject language that hides the secrets of the great truth beyond the lies of the material world. Beyond the present, beyond the past. Feasting the survival of the old knowledge beyond history and the putrid path of mankind. Riding the tiger along Kali Yuga.’ It’s a mystic and mysterious introduction, offering bleak and ritualistic visions (haha, ‘visions’ and Cyclic Law in one sentence; what a coincidence) on mankind and its many imperfections and demerits.
A serpent crawls along the birthing womb of a nebulous sun. Labyrinths of broken mirrors trace the path to its utterly devoured glare. Endlessly superimposed patters of blazing shades that cloak the matrix of unconsciousness. Blind visions of a mutilated light. Revealed images of a chaos spawned geometry, diagrams of a hidden order.