For nearly a decade now, Chicagos HELLFIRE DEATHCULT have doggedly pursued an uncompromising and fiercely focused vision of blackgrind. From their debut EP, 2014s Ave Mors which HELTER SKELTER reissued in late 2018 on to two full-lengths as well as prolific assaults on the live front, this power-trio have proven dependable and DEADLY. Theirs is a world-eating sound, and hypnotically so, whose bulldozing physicality recalls classic Archgoat, Goatpenis, Black Witchery, and Morbosidad but with a punishing persona all their own.

Nearly four years on from their last full-length, HELLFIRE DEATHCULT return to an ever-cursed world with their third album, Al Nombre de la Muerte. Immediately, the gutted blackgrind is recognizably HELLFIRE DEATHCULT primitive, primordial, powerful and is encased in a sweltering production that skillfully highlights all the nuance and nous of this uncompromising, unmerciful sound. However, scratch deeper below the barbed-wire surface and one will find that theyve subtly perfected the art of catchiness across Al Nombre de la Muerte: anchored by gnawing & clawing riffs with a nuclear fuckton of bottom end, HELLFIRE DEATHCULT almost effortlessly dole out hummable hymns but of course, ones that authentically breathe the blackest essence of this arcane art, all through a grimy gasmask. So, while their aesthetic foundation remains firm, with this new record HELLFIRE DEATHCULT challenges to be included in that (black)list of (un)hallowed names.