Try to imagine walking across a swamp full of pestilent mud and slimy worms biting your skin while the dirt enters the flesh. Suddenly those motherfuckers get to arrive to your brain and the pain becomes so immense that you start to scream in absolute hysteria. Maybe it’s a little bit exagerated to explain what Rothadás offer over these two songs demo… or not? Seriously, this is some motherfuckingly obscure swampy old school Death Metal with a lot of early influences and heavy brutality. Not in vain, this Hungarian project is formed by known musicians involved in such ‘delies’ as CRYPTWORM, and that’s a guarantee of sickness and demented Metal of Death.
Disgusting, decrepit blackened death (/ doom) metal awash in an asphyxiating atmosphere. Churning with horrific torment, this marks an impressive balancing of the abyssal depths and harrowing intensity into an abhorrent debut
A dual cohesive and disjointed sound can be appreciated, with echoing guitars mixing into hammering drums before being smothered in cavernous vocals bubbling from a tar pit. There is an immensity, with enough space given for everything to coalesce into a volatile slop Lorenzo
I have for a long time delayed the purchase, so impenetrable this album sounded. Amidst the suffocating mass of hellish Doom, I was left disoriented and puzzled: some of the darkest corners of this album were urging me to search for light. And then the magic works, by sheer dint of faith: I knew this band was subtle enough to hide its talent and there it was, shimmering through the folds of the darkness. Brilliant, in fact. Bertrand Marchal