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"Blasphemer, Heretic, Defiler of the Sacred Ones. Thou art Deprived of Your Limbs. Thy Nose Shall be Split. Thou art Cast Down and Overthrown."-Cast Down The Heretic by Nile

Istidraj: Muerte Mundi Militia

January 7, 2016

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Hailing from what seems to be the mouth of hell is black metal tyrants Istidraj. Muerte Mundi Militia sounds like what would be the soundtrack to your descent into hell, and for black metal that is generally what bands aim for. Without really seeming to try too hard or force any kind of issues, Istidraj is as blackened and soul harvesting as you can get. The evil that seeps through your speakers once you put this bad boy in is rivaled only by the Devil himself. Each song gives you a heavy dosing of a spine chilling and bone rattling atmosphere as well only to sink you deeper into an unfathomable darkness.

For the entirety of the album you get hellish songs that are played as though they were lit on fire and shot out of a cannon. Even the songs that are seven minutes don’t take a breather as they tend to suffocate you with blasphemy and shroud you in choking darkness.

The shadows and the evil that lurk within don’t try to conceal themselves. Everything is right out in the open and Istridraj isn’t afraid to pull you under and drown you in hateful misery blackened scorn.

 Muerte Mundi Militia is an album that slithers and writhes among the darkness. It’s a poisonous and dangerous album one that will rot you from the inside out. The cold density that Istidraj plays with is harsh and bitter and the level of intensity in which they play crushes you in a mere matter of minutes.

Once you enter the cavernous pit of disparity and all things evil there is no climbing your way back out. Your fate is sealed as soon as you make your descent into  Muerte Mundi Militia and dive deeper and the listens grow to higher and higher numbers.

Try as you might you cannot wriggle yourself free from the serpentine riffs as they wrap themselves around you and squeeze tight until your ribs crack. The drums kick a crater size hole in your chest as the bass grumbles along in the background. Roaring over the blistering musicianship are the vocals that are a hellish throat ripping screech that summons demons from the depths.

No matter where you turn or where you try to hide, the darkness that is  Muerte Mundi Militia will find you. You will only find evil, and evil is the only thing that seeps forth into your mind brainwashing you and handing you over the cursed one himself. Overall this release does what black metal should do. It instills fear in your heart, makes you feel cold and alone, and most importantly it is just pure and unfiltered black metal in the rawest form.

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