Miracle of Purity

This is the wasteland of music. Nothing can grow in these dismal conditions that bears any sort of complexity or variation, the only thing that can survive these harsh and abysmal conditions of toxic fumes and nuclear desolation is the pure primitive barbarity that Incriminated provides. The songs lurch forward, at times breaking into a punk tempo double time, but mostly just staying in a comfortable slow-mid tempo driving riff. The whole music feels like it is on the verge of dying at any moment, this is the most nihilistic, misanthropic piece of music perhaps to ever be written, the only thing that is more nihilistic is Goatvulva. And they are playing noise, Incriminated plays music for sure, but it’s just so abysmal, so repulsive, so hideous that you just go away feeling like your insides are infected with hate and lethargy. A great piece of misanthropic musical experimentations. You can also hear the weed smoke floating around the rehearsal room on this recording, and it fits perfectly with the toxic abandoned atmosphere.