Barcelona’s doom sludge has its masters: Tort. On their third album they continue the lysergic slowness, with the long songs that seem like psychopharmaceuticals. Freaks of all things unconventional, their command of the style is undeniable. And if they leave you hanging on some tracks, who cares: that’s savoir-faire, folks.

LP + download card.

Grim and smelly debut of this decadent Catalan band. While considering suicide, Proscrito spits us macabre adoration odes towards Cianide, Hellhammer, Celtic Frost, Necro Schizma, Asphyx, Autopsy, Paradise Lost, Winter... Morbidity and vice in a great first album.

Dense split with some of the darkest moments of these two great doom sludge bands. Tart and highly recommended.