Caked blood clots beneath blackened fingernails. Rosy flesh spectrally hosts the vibrant blossom of deathflowers, the wilting and bruised purple of stargazer lilies. Enshroud the foetid corpse-gift’s stain and rigor mortis in a veil and winding sheets. The soft cry of rotting wood squeals beneath the feet, and the steady knock of skull on each successive downward step drag the hours to their end. Bury them in the basement.
Dim lights. Stale earth air. Meat hooks swing hypnotic pendulum arcs, cast shadows of long faces shrieking. A communal grave has been prepared. The obituaries are being written.
Necrologist resurfaces.
In 2007, a year after its grisly conception,
Necrologist experienced death. From the grave it gathered a deeper, more vehement darkness, and clawed its way back to surface, through the bodies of those it had buried before. Having shed flesh that had long gone rotten, and lost blood that carried disease, the terrifying beast that remains defies even death.
With
Necrologist’s rebirth into death, expect the unexpected. Having toured southern California with the likes of
Stiletto Silhouette,
War Saw and
Haustorium, the fan base only continues to gangrenously swell, the hunger for new flesh gnaws more and more insistently. Originally armed with merely primitive tools,
Necrologist now stands with a screaming chainsaw. With the departure of guitarists Mike Zarate and Kelsey Wilson,
Necrologist is confident that what is to come nearly casts the past into disdain.
“There is a new vision for
Necrologist, one which we needed from the beginning, but hadn’t acknowledged appropriately,†says Bryce Loeffler, percussionist, writer and co-founder of
Necrologist. “In four words: heavier, darker, intense and disturbing. I still appreciate our past work as part of
Necrologist’s history. But, at the same time, I now realize that not only can it be done better, but also now am uncovering an entire new ground and direction in which the band needs to go. With new blood and new vision at
Necrologist’s base, I've transferred from what once was, to the more dark and disturbing reality I envisioned it to be.â€
Buried in the Basement,
Necrologist’s official demo debut, will flood into the metal underground the lethal injection that has been needed. They have tenderly oiled and prepared the chainsaw. The bile and blood-stained apron is on, the theatrical death mask adorned with care. The time for the spread of red death has come.
Seize the darkness. Or, get buried in the basement.
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