Nomadic Rituals – ‘Tides’ (Cursed Monk Records)
It has to be admitted that there are times when the city of Belfast stinks. Absolutely feckin’ reeks. Walking through its now deserted streets late at night, you often cannot fail to detect the stench emanating from below your feet. It’s the aroma of the ancient sleech beds on which the city is built, and which continue to make their presence known, despite the best endeavours of modern technology to eliminate the unmistakeable odour of putrefaction and decay upon which we tread each and every day. And it is from these sleech beds that Nomadic Rituals crawled some eight years ago, bringing their own brand of putrefying sonic stench into the dark light – and have done so once more with this, their third full-length album.
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