If, as George Orwell wrote, you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever. And if you want a soundtrack to that relentless, compassionless obliteration, Esoteric will provide. Crushing, monolithic walls of snail’s pace doom so bleak that they make My Dying Bride sound like Bowling For Soup. Not fun by any means, but utterly compelling. (Kerrang)
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