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.
I have to admit that I like about everything done by Dutchman Maurice ‘Mories’ de Jong. Especially his Gnaw Their Tongues solo-outfit caresses my ear drums time after time (check out the review on L’arrivée de la Terne Mort Triomphante on the update of November 26th 2010 within the ‘Archive’ section, or the one for Per Flagellum Sanguemque, Tenebras Veneramus, which was uploaded on January 6th 2013).
