Being the proud stylistic progeny of Antaeus and Arkhon Infaustus, Injekting Khaos put forth a fine display of maleficent and downright intimidating black metal. The Gallic virus is here presented mutated, metastasized, appropriately disease-ridden and painfully genuine. But that's not all, what mostly distinguishes this most compelling of decadent audial specimens to have reached our belabored ears in quite a while is its unwavering purposefulness: the creative minds behind this offering have a clear vision of the Filth within which they methodically and lucidly try to convey to the world-at-large. This is what explains the welcomed absence of pretentious pseudo-Satanist twattery and the unmistakable presence of a permeating almost suffocating aura of ritual and blasphemy. Black metal's ill-fated musical tribalisms (the tr00s, the kvlts, et-fucking-cetera) are to be eschewed most vigorously in this instance. Such tired descriptions would only detract from the very seriousness and authenticity of what this release is trying to accomplish. A musical monstrosity and a rare beast, this final swansong of Injekting Khaos stands steadfastly at the crossroads of uncompromising irreverence and aesthetic extremism - one is quite surprised that such species are still extant. Hell-worn, ash-covered and strictly limited to 350x12" with appropriately sacrilegious artwork. Proudly co-released with the fine folk at Temple of Flesh and Blastbeat Mailmurder Productions.