Imagine, if you will, a funeral procession. Black garbed mourners slowly making their way onto the final resting place of their beloved, a cold wind flutters and sweeps back the long overcoats that fend off the freezing cold. Salty tears are shed for those once alive, now condemned to an earthly grave, forever banned from the light of the sun.
Rigor Sardonicous play the soundtrack, a slow, almost intangible rhythm of funeral drums, hellish distortion, and slow, agonizing vocals, slowed down to a standstill and sounding as a dead man would, had he been able to formulate words.
From the keyboard decay that is the intro, to the cathartic, dream-like quality of “Pandemic”, Joseph J. Fogarazzo and his compatriots do all in their power to scare the listener into submission, and they succeed. You may listen, but you will not enjoy, that is not what they want.