Physical Illucinations in the Sewer of Xuchilbara... (The Red God)

Memo Mar-6-2008
Napero's autopsy dungeon, Finland

Subject:
The subject is to a high degree black, although moderately tainted with the colour of a industrial sodium flood-light upon death, creating a grey, hopeless hue with a neglible albedo. The chaotic outward appearance conceals a considerably heavy and robust body, and the carnal composition varies from the relatively low-mass lower (bass) parts, through a heavily distorted middle, up to a high-pitched top with various discordant tones and chaotic organic arrangements. A heavy enigmatic stench, not unlike that of the Sewers of Xuchilbara, surrounds the entity, effectively concealing its true purpose and causing mild physical side effects in the cryptopsy crew, who at that point had already been affected by the first minutes of the audial onslaught of the subject.

Physiology:
The subject seems to be built around a robust, purpose-built dark metal skeleton, but various observations of anomalies are unavoidable. Specific membranes, i.e. the skins on the drums, have been subjected to above-average speed blastbeating, and have been marked by heavy wear. Their composition is definitely not natural, however, but show signs of digital or other artificial engineering. The upper register seems to contain enough sonic DNA for a great multitude of similar creations, but the subject does not seem to suffer from the abundance; on the contrary, several observers have noted it's enchanced capabilities in stalking its prey and scaring copious amounts of feces out of various careless listeners. Stringed components have been partially concealed, but reveal their constant presence occasionally in short, manic bursts. The overall construction hints at a methodological and skilled engineering, intent on creating an optimally menacing challenge to sanity to anyone witnessing the presence of the creature.

Dissection:
The internal structures of the subject seem to consist of intertwining layers of tissues. The topmost skin is capable of blending into urban or industrial ambience in an exceptionally sinister way, to a point where it becomes completely indistinguishable from the surroundings in a crowded crossroads occupied by trucks carrying loose industrial discards and tracked vehicles grinding a steel mesh underneath their treads. The membranes and layers beneath the very surface consist of complex and ingeniously crafted intertwined, turbulent mess, including necrotic (due to death), black and ambient tissues. The mass ratios of the different tissues vary across the length of the subject, the ominous ambience remaining as the topmost layer even after careful and thorough dissection, which proved unusually ineffective in penetrating the outer layers. The other types of tissue can be found by a more detailed study, but undertaking such an experimental and unjustified thoughtcrime was judged to both lessen the enjoyment derived from the experience of the subject's jagged flow, and to be completely unnecessary in the presence of such a mighty being. The cryptopsy crew was willing to enjoy the specimen without excessive analysis.

Notes:
The subject's repulsive frequencies were found to be especially endearing when enjoyed in a small house in the middle of the woods at winter time, with a dusty bottle of a deep, heavy-bodied red wine, sitting in front of the dying embers slowly fading in the fireplace. The lights should be switched off or dimmed to the point of vanishing, the doors locked, and the heating of the house turned off. The use of hallucinogenics is not only unnecessary, it's also guaranteed to be fatal to the listener's sanity.

Conclusion:
The being on the gurney is a huge construction, marvellously engineered into the meagre frame of an EP, and without a defined purpose or direction. It seems to know where it is going, however. It stealthily blends into the experience of being alive, turning it into a fear of something worse than death that lurks in the ruins of civilization. The initial repulsion felt by most of those contacted by the creature quickly turns into a morbid attraction in persons with the right kind of brain activity and vivid imagination, and later into an addiction in select individuals. The coveted specimens are rare, but definitely worth hunting for, and the reader is hereby adviced to keep his eyes open, lest the experience escapes. The rewards of listening to the alien construct are immense, and should be tried by everyone as a part of the journey into otherworldly insanity.

Signed:
Dr. (Met.) Napero
Head of the autopsy crew