Trepaneringsritualen - Perfection & Permanence

The mighty god of the fallen, the bloody father of all sins, HE is back again to guide his children in their post-apocalyptic miserable existence. There is no fear anymore, no desperation. There is no need to restore faith in old gods that promised their support and salvation. Emptiness of the souls of catacomb dwellers, their loneliness and solitude is transformed into terror. An unconscious pursuit of the tribal collective survival instinct had found its incarnation in Trepaneringsritualen and Thomas Martin Ekelund.

Blind were the eyes...

Blind were the eyes of those who saw the end of days...

But today they are ready to dance on the bones of civilization with their eyes wide opened, and how lucky they are to have such an intensive protector with the key to the sound of destruction in his hands.

It is hard to imagine that the cult of T × R × P (Trepaneringsritualen) didn't exist seven years ago. Looking at the huge portfolio of albums, collaborations and compilation appearances, I begin to realize that it took only six years for Mr. Ekelund to turn his project into one of the leading names on the scene of death industrial. We already discussed this remarkable artist on the pages of Brutal Resonance few months ago, just during the release of the epic 2CD compilation via German Silken Tofu and US based resident Malignant Records. Establishing his own sound and vision, Thomas never hesitates to share it with the hordes of his faithful followers. That's why when I saw the new album being announced on Cold Spring, my balls squeezed in one perfect spasm of anticipation. Thanks old and new gods that I am not greedy and understand the real value of true art (which is actually only few dollars away), that's why today I have an excellent opportunity to express my feeling to my readers again. Maybe you will find my words attractive enough and join the march for the domination in the world lying in ruins.

"Venerated and Despised" you are with a kind of introduction that fills a poisonous soil with fluids of death. White worms of decay swarm inside the rotten brain when "A Black Egg" strikes full of power and rage. Hey pussies, start to scream with pleasure because T × R × P doesn't betray his traditions and brings force the whole range of heavy artillery. Just choose your favorite element and concentrate on it, or you can grab all of them in one time to charge your perverted taste for agony. Dirty raw sound, gloomy atmosphere and evil distorted vocals, they are in front of you, behind you, above you and inside you. Of course, don't forget about gnarled figures behind Thomas that beat in their drums made of rusty tubes and empty barrels covered with a human skin giving the music an extra energy to blow up the room with a dance that was never seen on surface of the wounded and bleeding earth. Jesus spins in his grave when the composition "Castrate Christ" reaches his moldy ears. A symbolism of the false image that is unable to save or protect anybody at all is being transferred directly into the wide industrialized atmosphere, shouting out loud: "Where was your God, the God of weak and lost, when the world was torn into pieces!"

The album takes a break with a less intense but still creepy track "Liken Ingen Jord Vill Svalja" full of accidental and abstract noises together with metal sheet cracking, but returns with even more charge in "Alone/A/Cross/Abyss". Pulsating rhythm guides a multiplying vocal session spitting the words with a concentrated power. In "Thirty Nine Lashes" the listener can easily recognize some kind of a lament alongside with mechanical beats and clicks. An anemic voice continues to ask again and again: "Farher, why have you forsaken me?", but receives no answer. And you know why? Maybe because he is DEAD, a so called Father of yours! Finally! Thus, it is the right time to celebrate his death with the track "The Seventh Man" proclaiming a triumph of Will. A sound of jigsaw explodes the space; ritualistic beat forces my legs to dance by themselves taking control over my body and spirit. At that point my room is being filled with demons crawling out of every corner to spin my body in ecstatic vibes of the best track of this album called "Konung Kront I Blod". Nobody can remain indifferent when T × R × P hits the tribal dance floor with an impulse full of rage and hatred. Be there to witness a joy from taste of poisonous blood, a joy of magical metamorphosis into invincible beast devouring his enemies without mercy. "He Who Is My Mirror" keeps the level of agony high even by the end of this relatively short album leaving behind a true sensation of rhythmic death industrial.

Without a doubt, Thomas shoots a bullet of an extremely large caliber right into my head. "Perfection & Permanence" burns the ground that it walks on, inflames the hearts of noble men strengthening their pace. Obviously, T × R × P continues to kick ass with a unique passion and presents one of the best releases this year that will definitely capture the place of honor in my collection. Ladies and gentlemen, it is summer 2014 on Cold Spring Records. Trepaneringsritualen. Just go and grab it!
Sep 04 2014