Crooked nature in all its suffocating glory cracks and snaps in the fire, spreads like ink above, and slithers, crawls and slinks with the low grass, the grubs, and the black-red floor of the night forest. Starving eyes encircle the dry camp in the dark, drawn to brother fire. The heat, the unlight and sound, forms. An ancient path in pain, face down in the coals, bloodrock, leading to the shallow underneath. Under the ground. The bottoms of caskets like queer, dark panels. Loamy too tight tunnels, barriers of bone, the old trip through cobwebs, briar, nails backwards broken. The anti-journey, the non-destination. Disintegration of flesh, dried and cracked blood, maggotpath. To scream to escape but the lungs are compacted with black, wormwood and earth. The asterisms are inversed. The stars, the Crux, are black.
Hailing from Little Rock, Arkansas, Ash of Cedars play Southern Gothic Black Metal inspired by the untamed landscape and mysticism of the American South. One foot in a Faulkner novel, the other in old Weakling and Darkthrone records, Ash of Cedars' debut EP, is no-frills black metal that eschews politics and image, instead, seeking inspiration from the black, wooded night that surrounds them.
Featuring members of Vore, Snakedriver, Epoch of Unlight and Rwake.