Band:	Gnaw Their Tongues
Album:	Per Flagellum Sanguemque, Tenebras Veneramus
Style:	Drone, Noise, Experimental black metal
Release date:	November 2011

01. Hic Est Enim Calix Sanguinis Mei
02. Human Skin For The Messengers Robe
03. Urine Soaked Neophytes
04. Tod, Wo Ist Dein Licht
05. Fallen Deities Bathing In Gall
06. Bonedust On Dead Genitals
07. The Storming Heavens As A Father To All Broken Bodies
08. Per Flagellum Sanguemque, Tenebras Veneramus

Deep inside the heart of Golgotha, underneath the hill, lies an ever-expanding void that draws its energy from the cenotaph of existence. Each year Christ walks the same road towards his own sacrifice for the sins of humanity, the same footsteps he shall walk, the same people will greet him, the same faces will betray him. One parameter seems to differ; the leaning and the height of the hill for the number of the deceased grows longer, making the course harder each time. Hopefully enough, the mound will erupt one day and all the imprisoned anger and desolation of those who perished from the various faces of injustice will shatter this symbol of utter humility.

Wrath, disharmony, despair, chaos; Gnaw Their Tongues added another chapter to their gospel and the name of it shines with the darkest of colors. Per Flagellum Sanguemque, Tenebras Veneramus completed the musical heresy and visions of hell Mories De Jong had reaped and sowed through his sound during 2011. Everything in here possesses the power of rusted scissors disturbing the natural flow of blood running through your veins. A hostile environment of sickened soundscapes awaits you and if you're willing to pay the consequences of your actions then you'll definitely enjoy this loathsome creation.

I dare say it's not one of the most pleasant experiences to the common ear, but who cares anyway, after all it's not ordinary music for ordinary people. And the reason is: you should expect noisy undertones, a black metal aesthetic, a dark ambient perfume and an industrial configuration. In the end, everything appears like a collage of sounds, pictures and ambiances; a psychotic labyrinth's architecture. An apocalyptic essence overwhelms the compositions whereas the industrial background overburdens the atmosphere, hatred flows in intolerable amounts and a more sinister aspect approaches with each spoken-word passage, a clinical tranquility through abhorrent recitations. Whenever every single instrument and/or sound partake in the outcome it is almost a scornful threnody; FX, a holocaust of keys and samples, unearthly howls from the edge of a knife, hyper-pounding bass lines and unrecognizable guitars, programmed drumming and a myriad of negative emotions march without shame.

Mories De Jong weaves sound portraits of disharmony for your ears only and Per Flagellum Sanguemque, Tenebras Veneramus has to be one of the most sincere, distressing releases of 2011, a glowing stone of dismay, not stellar, but essential for your torn mind.