Into the Cunt of the Witch

This review was originally published on the Deaf Sparrow Facebook page on 29 September 2016. Written by Stanley Stepanic.

The absolute hatred on this girl's face had me interested immediately. I was looking to gag on some rotting mucous. Her eyes, lips, there's just so much loathing there. Now, I'm not definite, but I believe it's the founding member of Blliigghhtted, who sadly committed suicide in 2015. I really wanted to shake her hand over the email thing, so that's a shame, but from what I can see she lived her vision so I'll reach my hand into the ether and hope she bites it.

"Into the Cunt of the Witch" is not for the faint. You'd expect me to say "of heart" after that but you can't possibly possess a heart if you decide to listen to this. This is the kind of thing there's no coming back from. Its ideas, its sound, its presence, one cannot simply listen and disengage if you truly connect with it. It's forever a part of you.

Blliigghhtted come from Turkey, which is not too known for black metal unless you've encountered it before. But don't think of this as classic BM or something to easily pop in the player, this is more of the experimental, chaotic vein that's becoming more popular in metal these days, but it's one of the few acts I've seen pull it off to any degree other than awful. This album is a total riff salad most of the time, it's complete disintegration of form to the extent that you have to force your brain to comprehend anything. And that, unfortunately for the weak, is going to lead you into their lyrical and thematic territory in the end. I've experienced some pretty extreme stuff in my day, but the kind of imagery this girl was playing with is going to upset most of you. I'm talking about complete misanthropy, hatred of everything, offense for the sheer joy of watching you squirm, and then not really enjoying it anyway even though that's the goal. As a whole, however, the real fault of it lies in the fact that it doesn't really give the listener any ability to enjoy it, it simply ruins you, moving around violently like a schizophrenic delusional breakdown from one hallucination to the next. When you find a riff sticking, it's suddenly pummeled, or covered in wailing that makes you hate yourself. I've heard some disgusting stuff, but this one did make me happy. It's going to be tough for most of you to choke down; even if forced with a ramrod the taste will stick to the back of your throat for weeks. Be warned. Thanks to Merdümgiriz for the promo; guy's VERY persistent and he hand-makes all his stuff so check him out.