Primitive, atavistic Death Metal with a healthy Crust influence oozes out of the speakers and all over the floor. You try to run, try to hide, but to no effect. The gloopy, sinister ooze is already on you, infecting your brain and slowly turning you into itself. Soon it will have taken you over completely, and then there will only be Bokluk.
This is Old-School Death Metal mixed with the most filthy Punk/Crust influence imaginable.
The production is raw and unpolished, lending the songs real bite and an authentic aura of dirt.
Vocals are deep, guttural and indecipherable; a relentless battering of growls and grunts.
Whether playing fast or slow they have some tasty riffs, and the Metal keeps on flowing.