deep from the bowels of finland comes the murk-infused haare. heavy, black drones that will sink your fucking battleship to the furthest depths of freezing-cold ocean. these two tracks are drenched in low-end delight. it's a like a pleasant stroll through the gates of hell. small projectives are hurled at you at a million miles an hour, only to disappear before mowing you down. "ceremony" is a fucked-up trip through an ancient graveyard, complete with decaying ghosts. this is some heady shit. 100 copies