MZ.412 - 2006 - Infernal Affairs

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI161

Released in 2006 through Cold Meat Industry as CMI161, Infernal Affairs marked the return of MZ.412 after a long gap between full-length albums. The project had already established its own territory by combining industrial electronics, dark ambient, ritual atmosphere, black-metal imagery and militarized percussion. On this record, those elements are not rediscovered or radically reinvented. They are gathered into a larger, more forceful statement, one that sounds designed to remind the listener exactly why MZ.412 had become such an enduring name within the Swedish post-industrial underground.
The album contains eleven tracks and was issued seven years after Domine Rex Inferum. That distance gives Infernal Affairs the character of a re-entry rather than another routine installment. The earlier record had pushed the project toward a particularly subdued and cavernous form of darkness. The 2006 return is more openly dramatic. Orchestral textures, martial rhythms, blackened noise and deep ambient spaces are arranged with a sense of scale that often feels closer to ceremony than to conventional electronic music.
MZ.412 began in the late 1980s under the name Maschinenzimmer 412 before shortening its identity. The change suited a project increasingly less interested in industrial music as factory imitation and more interested in systems of power, ritual, war, punishment and spiritual corruption. Its records developed a language in which machinery, religion and militarism became almost impossible to separate.
That combination is central to Infernal Affairs. The title does not suggest hell as a distant theological destination. “Affairs” makes the infernal sound administrative, ongoing and organized. Evil is not presented as chaos breaking into order. It has offices, procedures, ranks and ceremonies. The album’s martial character strengthens that impression. Percussion often arrives with the authority of processions or military movement, while orchestral sounds enlarge the environment until it resembles a state ritual staged beneath the earth.
The music belongs to the tradition MZ.412 helped define as black industrial. The term does not simply mean industrial music made darker. It describes a meeting between post-industrial electronics and the spiritual, visual and emotional vocabulary associated with black metal. Harsh noise, occult themes, martial imagery and extreme atmosphere become parts of one system.
Yet Infernal Affairs does not sound like a black-metal album with guitars removed. Its darkness is built through electronic space. Deep drones establish scale, percussion gives that scale direction, and bursts of noise suggest rupture inside a structure that otherwise feels brutally controlled.
This control is one of the album’s most effective qualities. The record is severe, but it does not depend upon constant overload. MZ.412 understands that bombast becomes meaningless if every moment is equally enormous. The quieter passages create architecture around the louder ones. They allow distant textures, low frequencies and implied movement to become threatening before anything openly erupts.
Silence is never complete.
Something remains active behind it.
That method connects the album firmly to Cold Meat Industry. The Swedish label had spent years developing an audience for dark ambient, death industrial, martial music and ritual electronics. By 2006, the label’s sound had become recognizable enough to carry its own expectations. A Cold Meat Industry release was likely to arrive with careful packaging, disciplined atmosphere and music that treated darkness as an environment rather than a temporary mood.
MZ.412 had been part of that history almost from the beginning. The project’s relationship with the label helped shape the harsher and more militarized end of the catalog, standing beside acts whose approaches to death industrial and ritual sound differed but shared the same institutional home.
Infernal Affairs therefore feels less like an artist entering Cold Meat Industry’s world than one of its architects returning to inspect the structure.
The album’s scale also distinguishes it from industrial music built primarily around bodily rhythm. There are rhythmic passages, but they do not consistently function as dance music. The beat often suggests command rather than release. It organizes movement without offering freedom.
This is military rhythm emptied of any promise of victory.
The listener does not march toward liberation.
The march itself is the condition.
That sense of coercion runs through much of MZ.412’s work. Religious and military imagery are useful because both depend upon hierarchy, obedience, ritual and repeated symbols. The project does not need to explain a specific doctrine or political system. It creates the sensation of being subjected to one.
The orchestral elements increase that sensation by giving the music a ceremonial grandeur. Choir-like textures, brass-like swells and synthetic strings can make the record feel monumental, but the monument is never welcoming. It seems built to outlast the people standing beneath it.
This is where the album avoids becoming a collection of merely atmospheric tracks. Its sound repeatedly suggests institutions rather than landscapes. The darkness is architectural.
There are chambers.
There are corridors.
There are processions.
There are doors whose purpose is not explained.
The ambient sections are especially important because they reveal the project’s patience. MZ.412 does not always fill the space. Low drones and distant signals are allowed to continue until the listener begins searching the emptiness for movement.
That act of searching becomes part of the experience. The record encourages vigilance, then occasionally punishes it with sudden density.
The harsher passages work because they feel connected to the environment rather than added as separate demonstrations of aggression. Noise rises from within the same world established by the drones and orchestral material. It is not a change of subject. It is the system revealing another function.
Infernal Affairs also arrived during a period when much industrial and dark ambient music was being produced with increasingly polished digital tools. Cleaner technology could easily have weakened the physical ugliness associated with earlier post-industrial recordings. MZ.412 uses clarity differently. The more defined sound allows the layers to appear larger and more deliberate without making them safe.
The production is polished enough to establish depth but rough enough to retain abrasion.
The album’s return to a more bombastic approach also makes sense in the context of the seven-year gap. A restrained comeback might have felt uncertain. Instead, the record reasserts the project’s identity through abundance and force. It does not politely remind the audience that MZ.412 still exists. It reopens the chamber at full scale.
That confidence may also explain why the album can feel familiar to listeners already immersed in the group’s catalog. It does not abandon the established language or pursue an unexpected genre shift. The record’s achievement lies in concentration. The essential elements are presented with unusual weight and cohesion.
For a new listener, this makes Infernal Affairs a strong entry point. It contains the ritual atmosphere, blackened electronics, militarized percussion and cavernous ambience associated with the project without requiring knowledge of every earlier release.
For longtime listeners, it operates as a return to form without becoming simple repetition.
The record’s religious language is especially effective because it remains unstable. References to wrath, mourning, wounds and infernal power could be read as sincere ritual material, theatrical blasphemy or symbolic language for domination. MZ.412 does not settle the question.
That uncertainty is preferable to easy explanation. The music would lose much of its force if every symbol were assigned one fixed meaning. Its world depends upon the possibility that belief and performance have become indistinguishable.
The ceremonial voice may be commanding an army.
It may be conducting a rite.
It may be addressing nobody.
By the end, Infernal Affairs has not traveled toward resolution. It has moved through a sequence of controlled states and returned the listener to the same general darkness with a clearer understanding of its scale.
There is no narrative of escape.
There is only continued administration.
That makes the album’s title increasingly precise. Infernal affairs are not extraordinary emergencies. They are the ordinary business of the world the record creates.
Orders are given.
Processions begin.
Wounds remain open.
The machinery continues beneath the ritual.
Within the wider MZ.412 catalog, the album stands as a powerful reassertion of the project’s central language after years of silence. It does not attempt to modernize black industrial by stripping away its history. It demonstrates how much force remains inside the original combination when it is handled with control, patience and scale.
The result is not merely dark ambient, martial industrial or noise. It is a complete authoritarian atmosphere, built from the suggestion that religion, war and machinery have merged into one permanent institution.
The record does not invite the listener inside.
It assumes they are already there.

Foundation Hope - 2006 - The Faded Reveries

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI162

Coph Nia - 2007 - Dark Illuminati A Celestial Tragedy In Two Acts

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI163

Rome - 2006 - Nera

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI164

Rome emerged with unusual clarity. Formed in Luxembourg by Jérôme Reuter in late 2005, the project released the Berlin mini-album and its first full-length, Nera, during 2006. There was no long public apprenticeship and little sense of an artist searching for a usable identity. The essential vocabulary appeared almost immediately: acoustic guitar, restrained electronics, martial percussion, fragments of speech, European chanson, industrial atmosphere and Reuter’s deep, controlled voice.
Released by Cold Meat Industry as CMI164, Nera did not sound like the work most commonly associated with the Swedish label. Cold Meat Industry had built its reputation through dark ambient, death industrial, ritual electronics and neoclassical darkness. Rome shared the label’s severity and visual discipline, but Reuter was fundamentally a songwriter. Atmosphere surrounded the compositions without replacing them. The arrangements could suggest abandoned buildings, military ceremonies and damaged radio transmissions, yet a human voice and recognizable melodic structure remained at the center.
That balance gave Rome an immediate distinction. The project could enter the neofolk and martial-industrial world without becoming trapped by either category. Acoustic guitar was present, but the music did not attempt to imitate traditional folk. Military rhythms appeared, but they were rarely used to create simple fantasies of strength. Electronics supplied corrosion, distance and historical weight rather than turning the album into conventional industrial music.
The title is the Italian feminine form of “black,” and blackness saturates the record without becoming a flat wall of despair. The darkness contains intimacy, desire, shame, tenderness and exhaustion. It is not merely the darkness of ruins or war photographs. It is also the private darkness that remains after ideals, loyalties and relationships have failed.
The cover reinforces this ambiguity. Pale classical figures are enclosed by a severe black frame, giving the image the appearance of damaged European antiquity preserved inside a modern industrial object. Beauty remains visible, but it has been separated from warmth. The figures appear less alive than remembered, as though history has reduced bodies to poses and surfaces.
Rome’s visual and musical language draws heavily from twentieth-century Europe, but Nera does not yet construct the kind of detailed historical narrative Reuter would pursue on later albums. Instead, history appears through residue. Speeches, mechanical sounds, martial rhythm and multilingual titles create a world in which political disaster has already occurred, although the record does not provide a single event or ideology that explains everything.
This uncertainty is crucial. The album uses the atmosphere of war without behaving like a historical reenactment. Conflict appears as a force that enters memory, love, masculinity and language. The listener encounters consequences rather than a clear battlefield.
Reuter’s singing supplies the record’s strongest continuity. His voice is low and formal, but not emotionally empty. He does not perform anguish through continuous volume or theatrical collapse. Feeling is compressed into phrasing, repetition and slight changes in pressure. The restraint gives the words an unusual seriousness. Even when the language becomes romantic or symbolic, the performance avoids the impression of ornamental poetry placed over dark music.
The influence of European chanson is important here. Reuter’s method has more in common with singer-songwriters such as Jacques Brel and Léo Ferré than with performers who treat vocals as another layer of industrial texture. The songs depend upon presence, language and the sensation that the singer is addressing someone specific, even when that person remains unnamed.
That approach also separates Nera from much neofolk of the period. By 2006, the genre had accumulated familiar conventions: strummed acoustic guitar, martial imagery, references to European history and an atmosphere of aristocratic decline. Rome used several of those materials, but Reuter wrote with enough melodic and literary discipline to prevent them from becoming the entire point.
The album’s martial qualities are similarly complicated. Drums can evoke processions, uniforms and collective movement, but the music does not present obedience as uncomplicated power. Its ceremonies feel empty or damaged. The banners may still be raised, yet the belief that once justified them has disappeared.
This is where the title’s blackness becomes political without resolving into a direct manifesto. Nera is interested in the emotional wreckage left by systems of loyalty. Honor, betrayal, sacrifice and corruption repeatedly occupy the same space. The person who remains loyal may be admirable, deluded or both. The traitor may be morally weak or simply the first person to understand that the cause has already failed.
Reuter would develop these tensions across Rome’s later catalog, especially on works concerned with exile, revolution, colonial history and political defeat. On Nera, the ideas remain compressed into atmosphere and personal address. The record feels like the first chapter of a much larger project whose historical subjects have not yet fully stepped into view.
The production contributes to that sense of an emerging world. Acoustic instruments are surrounded by grainy electronics, distant voices and percussive details that resemble objects being moved in rooms outside the listener’s sight. The music often feels old without trying to reproduce a specific period. Rather than imitate archival sound directly, Rome creates the sensation that the present has been contaminated by incomplete recordings from the past.
The relatively spare arrangements give every element weight. A drum does not need to become enormous when silence has already prepared the space around it. A guitar figure can carry an entire passage because the production does not bury it beneath decorative layers. The electronics operate like weather, altering the temperature without drawing attention away from the songs.
Cold Meat Industry was an ideal home for the record because the label’s audience already understood how to listen to silence, texture and repetition. At the same time, Nera suggested a possible direction beyond the company’s established identity. Here was a project capable of carrying post-industrial atmosphere into compact, memorable songwriting without sanding away its discomfort.
Rome would release Confessions d’un voleur d’âmes in 2007 and Masse Mensch Material in 2008 before moving to Trisol. Those records broadened the sound and sharpened Reuter’s political and literary concerns. The later catalog would become extensive, moving through Spanish exile, Rhodesian history, anarchism, resistance, European identity and contemporary war.
That later development can make Nera appear smaller than it felt in 2006. It should instead be heard as concentrated. Most of the project’s defining tensions are already present: tenderness against discipline, individual memory against official history, melody against industrial decay, and beauty against the suspicion that beauty itself can become propaganda.
The album also avoids the common weakness of debuts that attempt to demonstrate every possible direction. Although its materials are varied, its emotional world is coherent. Nothing feels included merely to prove range. The acoustic songs, martial passages and dark ambient transitions appear to belong to the same exhausted Europe.
Nearly two decades of later work have made Rome easier to classify. The project now has a recognizable history and a large audience capable of placing each release within it. Nera appeared before that security existed. It presented a new name with an old voice, speaking from a landscape that seemed damaged long before the recording began.
Its darkness is not empty theatrical gloom. It is the black remaining after flags have faded, statues have cracked and private loyalties have outlived the causes that demanded them.
The record never offers a route back to innocence.
It offers form, discipline and song inside the ruins.

Ataraxia - 2006 - Paris Spleen

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI165

Deutsch Nepal - 2006 - Erotikon

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi166

Pimentola - 2007 - Misantropolis

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI167

Atrium Carceri - 2007 - Ptahil

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI168

Brighter Death Now - 2007 - 1890

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi169

Cremation Lily - MP3 PACK

 

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This 2.245 GB archive gathers forty-seven Cremation Lily releases made between 2011 and 2018, preserving an unusually dense period in the development of Zen Zsigo’s project. It begins with short, obscure recordings issued when Cremation Lily was still closely associated with noise and power electronics, then follows the music as it expands into ambient drift, degraded dance rhythms, shoegaze, field recording, tape manipulation and fragile songwriting. The quantity is striking, but the real value lies in hearing change occur without waiting for orderly album cycles.
Cremation Lily began in England around 2009 as a vehicle for sample-based ambient music. Zsigo has described its origin in personal terms, connecting it to an encounter with death and to a fear of living without meaning. That emotional foundation helps explain why the project’s name has endured even while its musical methods have changed. Cremation and lilies bring destruction and tenderness into the same image. One reduces the body to residue. The other belongs to mourning, ceremony and beauty. The music repeatedly moves between those poles.
The earliest material in this pack appears in 2011, with releases including 2, Funeral Home, Sexless Merit and an untitled recording. These belong to a cassette-driven underground in which projects could develop publicly through small editions rather than waiting to produce a definitive debut album. A new tape might contain a single extended piece, a handful of sketches or one temporary version of the project. The format encouraged speed and risk. Ideas could be documented while they were still unstable.
That instability is central to Cremation Lily. The early work is often described through power electronics and harsh noise, but the project never fits comfortably inside the confrontational traditions of those forms. Distortion is present, yet it is frequently accompanied by vulnerability, blurred memory and a sense of private emotional damage. The noise does not always face outward as aggression. It can sound like pressure turned inward until the recording itself begins to deform.
The extraordinary run of 2012 and 2013 releases demonstrates how quickly the project’s vocabulary expanded. The archive contains Age of Consent, April Twenty-One, Infant, Leather Satchel, Nothing, Everything Hidden, Opiate Birth, Servant’s Habit, All Unbroken Remains and Votive Mirror from 2012 alone. The following year is even more crowded, with titles including A Body of One’s Own, Brotherhood of Gold, Fertility Servant, It’s OK to Say No, Lorient Shield, Photography Ring, The Pardons of Saints, The Photographer, Uncomplicated Explanations and Welcoming Shining Love.
The titles form their own emotional archive. Bodies, consent, birth, service, photography, sainthood and hidden things recur beside language of reassurance and affection. They suggest a project concerned not merely with darkness but with how experience is recorded, carried and misunderstood. Photographs preserve a surface while excluding everything outside the frame. Mirrors return an image while reversing it. Journals arrange life into entries. The body becomes both the subject being documented and the unreliable equipment through which documentation occurs.
This concern with memory distinguishes Cremation Lily from industrial music built mainly around impersonality. Machines and damaged electronics remain important, but they rarely erase the person operating them. Even the most abstract releases feel attached to a body moving through particular rooms, weather and relationships. Sound becomes a form of private evidence.
The rapid release schedule also prevents the music from settling into a brand. During these years, one recording might foreground abrasion while another drifts toward watery ambience, distant melody or corroded rhythm. What connects them is not a fixed production formula but an emotional temperature. Beauty is usually present in damaged form. Harshness rarely arrives without some trace of longing behind it.
Zsigo’s use of inexpensive and unstable technology contributes to this character. Cassette loops, overloaded signals, samples, field recordings and worn textures allow flaws to become compositional tools. Tape does not reproduce sound neutrally. It softens detail, adds hiss, bends pitch and gradually wears down. When loops repeat, they may seem to lose certainty with each return.
That deterioration suits music preoccupied with memory. A remembered event does not remain chemically sealed. It is replayed, altered and mixed with later experiences. Cremation Lily often sounds as though the recording has already been remembered several times before reaching the listener.
The archive becomes increasingly connected to landscape during 2014 and 2015. Titles such as Christening Summer, Fires Frame the Silhouette, Fluids of October, Lines of Golden Light, The End of the Pier, The Storms of Summer, The Treasury Painted Roof, Lovers Against the Rocks, Opalescent Blue, Pleasure Pier and Sea Spray Perfumes replace the sealed room with coastlines, changing seasons and reflected light.
This is not a clean escape from the project’s earlier severity. The landscape remains unstable and emotionally charged. Piers extend from land into water but stop before reaching another shore. Sea spray briefly makes the air visible, then disappears. Summer carries pleasure alongside the knowledge that it will end. Fire illuminates a silhouette while destroying whatever surrounds it.
The English coast became especially important to Cremation Lily’s identity. It appears not as vacation scenery but as a boundary where solid ground meets something too large to hold. Water functions as motion, cleansing, drowning and erasure. The project’s later language repeatedly returns to currents, rain, underwater states, rocks and shorelines because they provide physical forms for uncertainty.
The visual identity developed alongside the sound. Cremation Lily releases often use photographs, washed-out color, handwriting and modest packaging that resemble personal keepsakes more than formal industrial design. The images may appear tender or ordinary until their placement within the project gives them a heavier charge. A coastline, a building or a figure in sunlight becomes evidence of something already lost.
This approach differs from the militarized symbols, explicit transgression and monochrome severity common to some noise and power-electronics packaging. Cremation Lily’s imagery can appear soft, even sentimental, without neutralizing the music. The gentleness creates another kind of exposure. It removes the armor usually supplied by extreme imagery.
Collaboration enters the archive without breaking its continuity. A River Returning to Sea, made with False Moniker in 2015, and Northern Fields, made with Kay Hill in 2016, place Cremation Lily’s language beside other artists while retaining the project’s concern with place and movement. Collaboration here does not operate like a collection of guest appearances. It offers another method of allowing external material to enter the private world.
The 2016 releases Journal, The Currents Mislead and Washed Through Glass make the project’s documentary concerns especially clear. A journal promises an ordered account, but memory rarely provides one. Currents carry the body while making direction difficult to judge. Glass allows sight while preserving separation. These images describe a recurring Cremation Lily condition: the desire to understand experience while remaining trapped inside the equipment used to perceive it.
By 2017, longer releases such as Leisure Scars and The Processes and Instruments of Normal People; Trying and Failing, Falling and Water Running show the project embracing titles and structures capable of holding contradictory states. “Leisure scars” joins rest with injury. “Normal people” are defined not by success but by processes, failed attempts and repeated movement. The grand statement is built from ordinary damage.
The music was also moving beyond its earliest classification. Elements of ambient music, shoegaze, industrial rhythm and emotionally direct vocals had become increasingly visible. Zsigo did not abandon noise so much as redistribute it. Distortion could surround a melody rather than replace it. Rhythm could appear briefly, dissolve and leave only residue. A voice could emerge from the static without becoming fully exposed.
This evolution eventually brought Cremation Lily into conversation with a wider group of artists working between experimental electronics and guitar music. The project’s later association with The Flenser made sense because that label has frequently supported work that crosses metal, post-punk, ambient and intensely personal songwriting. Yet the stylistic expansion documented here began years before that connection. The archive shows the slow accumulation of methods that would later become more visible on full-length albums.
The final entries, In England Now, Underwater and Perspective, Landscape from 2018, make an appropriate ending for this particular collection. England is no longer simply the place where the project exists. It has become submerged, remembered from beneath the surface. Perspective and landscape are paired because no landscape exists independently of the position from which it is viewed.
That idea applies to the entire archive. These releases do not provide an objective record of eight years. They document changing perspectives, incomplete states and moments preserved before their meaning had settled. The same themes return under different weather. The same materials acquire different emotional uses.
Forty-seven releases might seem excessive, particularly in an era when digital discographies can expand faster than anyone can absorb them. Cremation Lily’s productivity, however, belongs to the logic of the cassette underground. Each object captures one temporary arrangement rather than claiming to be the final account. Repetition becomes a method of returning to unresolved material.
The pack is therefore best understood not as a stack of interchangeable noise tapes but as a long-form diary whose entries use different recording systems. Some are brief and severe. Others open into landscape. Some preserve collaboration, while others feel almost painfully solitary. Together they reveal that the project’s development was neither a clean progression from harsh noise toward prettier music nor a series of random stylistic changes.
The underlying subject remains remarkably consistent: how a person carries loss without allowing it to become the only available identity.
Noise can protect the feeling by making it difficult to reach.
Melody can expose it.
Tape can preserve it while demonstrating that preservation always alters the thing being saved.
Water can wash it away, return it or hide it beneath the surface.
Cremation Lily’s achievement during these years is the construction of an intimate music without a stable definition of intimacy. The recordings can be abrasive, obscured and physically unpleasant, yet their central impulse is often the wish to communicate something too fragile for direct speech.
The archive ends in 2018, but it already contains the architecture of the work that followed. The later synthesis of guitars, electronics, shoegaze haze, rhythm and clearer songwriting did not suddenly replace an earlier project. It grew from years of cassettes, private documents, coastal images and signals allowed to decay in public.
At 2.245 GB, this pack is large enough to become a landscape of its own. Moving through it reveals a body of work built from mourning but unwilling to remain still. Light changes across water. Photographs fade. Currents mislead. Scars become part of leisure, and ordinary people keep trying after failure.
Nothing is preserved perfectly.
Enough survives to continue.

VA - 2007 - Cold Meat Industry Live In Australia - Two Evenings Of Delightful Delicacies

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI170

Stormfågel - 2007 - Ett Berg Av Fasa

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI171

Rome - 2007 - Confessions D'un Voleur D'ames

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI172

Desiderii Marginis - 2007 - Seven Sorrows

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI173

All My Faith Lost - 2007 - The Hours

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI174

Sturmast - 2007 - Ibis Redibis Nunquam in Bello Peribis

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI175

:Golgatha: - 2007 - Tales of Transgression and Sacrifice

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi176

Foundation Hope - 2008 - Tunes For The Wounded

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI177

Dawn and Dusk Entwined - 2007 - Septentrion

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI178

Brighter Death Now - 2008 - Necrose Evangelicum 2xCD (Remastered)

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI179

Deutsch Nepal - 2008 - Dystopian Partycollection

Cold Meat Industry – CMI180

 

Rome - 2008 - Masse Mensch Material

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI181

Beyond Sensory Experience - 2008 - No Lights in Our Eyes

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI182

Vestigial - 2008 - Translucent Communion

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI183

:Golgatha: And Dawn & Dusk Entwined - 2008 - Sang Graal

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI 184

Passione Nera - 2008 - Research

Cold Meat Industry – CMI185

 

Medusa's Spell - 2008 - Last X Hours

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI186

Raison D'etre - 2008 - The Luminous Experience (Live in Enschede)

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi188

Atrium Carceri - 2008 - Souyuan

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI189

V:28 / VA - 2008 - Total Reconstruction

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI190

Cold Meat Industry – CMI191

 

Knifeladder - 20096 - Music Concrete

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI192

New Risen Throne - 2009 - Crossing the Withered Regions

Cold Meat Industry – cmi193

Eldar - 2009 - Sapere Aude

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI195

Brighter Death Now - 2009 - Where Dreams Come True Live in Chicago

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI196

Die Weisse Rose - 2009 - A Martyrium of White Roses

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI 197

:Golgatha: - 2009 - The Waste Land

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi198

Aeterna - 2009 - New Dawn

Cold Meat Industry – cmi199

 

TriORE - 2009 - The First Three Hours

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI.201

Raison D'etre - 2009 - The Stains of the Embodied Sacrifice

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi202

Atrium Carceri - 2009 - Phrenitis

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI203

Apatheia - 2009 - Lifethesis

 

Cold Meat Industry – cmi204

IRM - 2010 - Order 4

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI205

Eldar - 2010 - Amesha Spentas

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI206

Blood Axis - 1998 - Blot Sacrifice In Sweden

 

Cold Meat Industry – CMI.X

Blót: Sacrifice in Sweden is a live document, but it does not behave like a simple record of a concert. Recorded on November 15, 1997 at Skylten in Linköping during Cold Meat Industry’s tenth-anniversary celebration, the performance was later remixed and processed by Blood Axis in the United States. The resulting album, released by Cold Meat Industry in 1998, preserves the scale and immediacy of the event while reshaping it into something more deliberate than an untouched soundboard tape.
The group performing that night consisted of Michael Moynihan, Annabel Lee and Robert Ferbrache. Their arrangement gave Blood Axis a much wider physical range than a studio project assembled mainly through electronics and samples. Moynihan’s deep ceremonial voice and bodhrán supplied the central presence, Lee’s violin and melodeon introduced folk melody and tension, and Ferbrache used guitar and keyboards to connect acoustic instrumentation with orchestral and industrial weight.
That combination made Blood Axis difficult to place within one genre. The project emerged from industrial culture and retained its use of samples, repetition and authoritarian atmosphere, but its growing interest in European folk traditions, classical music and ritual structure pushed it toward what would become known as neofolk or apocalyptic folk. On Blót, these elements do not sit politely beside one another. They overlap until a traditional melody can feel militarized, a classical passage can resemble propaganda, and an electronic drone can acquire the gravity of religious music.
The title establishes the ceremonial frame. A blót was a pre-Christian Germanic and Scandinavian sacrificial observance connected with communal feasting, offerings and relations between human society and the divine. Blood Axis uses the word less as historical reconstruction than as a way of describing the performance itself. The concert is presented as an offering, staged in Sweden before an audience gathered to celebrate the survival of a label whose catalog had repeatedly explored death, religion, violence and European cultural memory.
Cold Meat Industry was an unusually appropriate host. Founded by Roger Karmanik in 1987, the Swedish label had developed an international audience for dark ambient, death industrial, ritual electronics and severe neoclassical music. Its tenth-anniversary event brought the catalog into physical space. Projects that usually reached listeners through carefully designed CDs and mail-order packages appeared together before an audience already fluent in their symbols.
Blood Axis was not a typical Cold Meat Industry act, but the group shared the label’s belief that sound, artwork, packaging and ideology could form one complete environment. Blót was issued as a CD in a cardboard slider and as a limited double LP. The release received the special catalog number CMI.X, marking its relationship to the anniversary rather than placing it within the ordinary numbered sequence.
The cover uses Carl Larsson’s monumental painting Midvinterblot. The image depicts the legendary Swedish king Domalde being led toward sacrifice in an attempt to end famine and restore prosperity. Larsson’s painting had a contentious history of its own. Its mixture of historical imagination, national mythology, pageantry and violence makes it an ideal visual counterpart to Blood Axis.
The sacrifice in the painting is public and political. A ruler’s body becomes payment for the continuation of the community. Beauty, ceremony and killing occupy the same field. Blood Axis repeatedly works within that uneasy combination, using formal music and carefully chosen imagery to examine how violence becomes sacred when surrounded by tradition.
The performance draws from an unusually broad archive. Classical sources, traditional Irish material, modern folk compositions, poetry, political speeches and Blood Axis’s earlier recordings are placed together without a firm distinction between original work, adaptation and quotation. This method had already defined The Gospel of Inhumanity, the group’s first full-length album. Rather than write within the ordinary boundaries of rock or industrial music, Blood Axis built compositions from cultural fragments that already carried historical force.
The group’s use of such material is not neutral. Voices and texts connected with Friedrich Nietzsche, Ezra Pound, Rudyard Kipling, Benito Mussolini and Oswald Mosley place the music close to the political and aesthetic territory of the European radical right. Moynihan’s publishing activities, interviews and sustained interest in fascism, paganism and political extremity have made Blood Axis inseparable from controversy. That context cannot be dismissed as mere shock decoration added by listeners.
At the same time, Blót does not present a clear political program. Its method is symbolic rather than argumentative. Historical voices enter as components of a ritualized sound world where poetry, authoritarian speech, folklore and music are stripped from their original settings and made to reinforce one another. The ambiguity is part of the appeal for some listeners and the central problem for others. Fascist imagery can be treated as provocation, historical obsession or aesthetic material, but repeated use also grants it renewed power.
The record’s atmosphere depends on this uncertainty. It often feels less like a band performing songs than a temporary institution conducting a ceremony whose doctrine remains unstated. The audience hears commands, quotations and declarations, but receives no stable explanation of how they should be interpreted. Music supplies the unity that politics and history do not.
The live setting increases that force. Studio recordings can create an imaginary ceremony through overdubs and editing. Here, real bodies occupy the room. Drums strike air, violin lines cut through the space, and Moynihan’s voice addresses an assembled crowd. Even after studio processing, the underlying event remains audible.
The album is nevertheless too controlled to function as raw live documentation. The original multitrack recording was returned to the United States and substantially reworked. That makes Blót a hybrid: part concert album, part studio reconstruction and part official memory of the event. The performance supplied the foundation, but the finished record determines how the night will be remembered.
This manipulation suits Blood Axis because history itself is being treated as material. The group does not reproduce ancient ritual, nineteenth-century nationalism, twentieth-century politics or traditional folk music in authentic form. It edits them together. The album’s production repeats that process on the concert. A historical event is recorded, transported, altered and returned as mythology.
Annabel Lee’s presence is especially important to the transformation of the earlier Blood Axis sound. Her violin and melodeon introduce a human instability that sampled orchestras cannot reproduce. Bowed strings can sound mournful, pastoral or violently agitated within a few seconds. The melodeon carries associations with communal folk performance, but within Blood Axis it can feel displaced from any comfortable social function.
Ferbrache’s instrumentation supplies the bridge between those acoustic elements and the project’s industrial foundation. Guitars do not simply turn the music into rock, while keyboards do not provide ordinary accompaniment. They create mass around the folk instruments and voice, allowing intimate melodies to expand into something monumental.
Moynihan performs less as a conventional singer than as a master of ceremonies. His low voice rarely offers casual personality. It declares, invokes and pronounces. The theatrical severity can be overpowering, but it is fundamental to the record’s structure. Blood Axis depends upon the suggestion that every sound belongs to a larger philosophical order, even when that order remains deliberately obscure.
The album appeared at a transitional moment. During the early and middle 1990s, the boundaries between industrial music, dark ambient, neofolk, martial music and black metal culture were becoming increasingly porous. Labels, mail-order catalogs and festivals allowed artists from different scenes to share listeners and symbols. Blót captures that convergence before it hardened into a predictable style.
Its strongest quality is the way it turns a concert into an argument about memory. Ancient sacrifice, European high culture, political catastrophe, folk tradition and underground music are made to occupy the same ceremonial present. The result can be powerful, pompous, unsettling and beautiful, sometimes simultaneously.
The title promises sacrifice in Sweden, but what is being sacrificed is unclear. It may be the boundary between concert and ritual, history and fantasy, beauty and brutality. It may also be the possibility of approaching any of the borrowed material innocently.
Nothing on Blót is merely decorative. Every quotation arrives carrying old authority, and the music builds a new structure from the accumulated weight.

Ebony Pendant - 2019 - Sempiternal Passage Through Realms of Suffering and Hatred

 

Grime Stone Records – none

Ebony Pendant’s first release is only three tracks and twenty-eight minutes long, but it already contains the full outline of the project’s world. Recorded in Seattle during June and July of 2019 by S.C., who handled every instrument, Sempiternal Passage Through Realms of Suffering and Hatred arrives as a self-contained act of raw black metal rather than a tentative sketch. The recording is rough, solitary and severe, but its strongest quality is not abrasion alone. Beneath the distortion is an instinct for melody and repetition that gives the music a much longer emotional reach than its demo status might suggest.
The title is enormous, almost deliberately excessive, yet it accurately describes the scale the music is trying to create. “Sempiternal” suggests something everlasting, but not peacefully eternal. The passage continues because suffering repeats itself. Hatred is not presented as one dramatic eruption. It is a permanent route humanity keeps choosing, generation after generation.
The release’s own statement makes that idea explicit. Time is described as a snake eating its tail, while people continue killing one another and reproducing the same destructive tendencies found throughout history. Ebony Pendant presents mankind less as the victim of an approaching apocalypse than as the machinery producing it.
That distinction is important. A great deal of black metal treats destruction as an outside force, summoned from wilderness, hell, winter or cosmic darkness. Here, the source of ruin is human recurrence. Violence returns because people preserve the conditions that create it. History does not progress cleanly toward enlightenment. It circles back through domination, war and cruelty.
The music follows that circular logic. Riffs are repeated long enough to stop feeling like ordinary sections inside songs and begin functioning as environments. Movement occurs, but the listener is repeatedly pulled back into the same emotional weather. The long forms do not rush toward a chorus, climax or clear resolution. They allow patterns to accumulate until the distinction between momentum and entrapment becomes uncertain.
Raw production is essential to the effect. The guitars occupy a broad, grainy surface, while the drums drive from inside rather than standing cleanly in front. The vocals arrive as another damaged layer, less a narrator explaining the record than a presence trapped within it. Nothing is polished into separation. The instruments bleed together and create the impression of one storm containing several movements.
Yet the recording is not shapeless. Ebony Pendant’s later comments about trying to balance rawness with intelligibility help explain what is already happening here. The sound is intentionally obscured, but not to the point that the compositions disappear. Melody remains traceable through the distortion. The riffs are built to linger after the recording ends.
That tension between ugliness and memorability gives the demo its identity. It belongs to raw black metal, but it does not treat poor fidelity as sufficient evidence of authenticity. The recording has ideas beneath its surface. Its harshness changes how those ideas are perceived, making melodic lines feel distant, half-buried and recovered through effort.
This is one reason the release connects so naturally to the cassette-oriented black metal underground of the late 2010s. By that time, digital recording had made clarity cheap and widely available. Choosing roughness was no longer merely a consequence of limited equipment. It had become an aesthetic decision, a refusal of the smooth transparency expected from modern production.
That choice could easily become empty imitation. Countless projects reproduced the hiss, thin drums and overloaded guitars of earlier black metal without recovering the danger or imagination that originally made those sounds compelling. Ebony Pendant avoids that trap by using rawness as emotional perspective rather than historical costume.
The recording feels obscured because its subject is obscured. Humanity repeats its failures while pretending each disaster is unprecedented. The past remains present but indistinct, like architecture visible through fog. The production places the listener inside that condition.
The project’s use of nihilism also deserves attention. Ebony Pendant identifies itself as “nihilistic black metal,” but the music is not empty in the ordinary sense. It is highly concerned with human behavior, consequence and meaning. The nihilism lies in the absence of faith that mankind will learn from any of it.
That creates a contradiction at the center of the project. To make art about humanity’s inability to change is already to preserve a desire to understand the pattern. The record condemns recurrence while repeating riffs. It rejects faith in progress while constructing a complete imaginative world. Its despair is active, not indifferent.
The Seattle setting places Ebony Pendant within a region with a long history of atmospheric and nature-oriented black metal, but this demo does not simply reproduce the expansive Cascadian model. The music is less pastoral and less concerned with immersion in wilderness as spiritual escape. Nature may surround the imagery, but the emotional center remains human corruption.
The atmosphere is cold without becoming scenic. Forests, night and distance function as conditions of isolation rather than destinations offering transcendence. The project’s world does not promise purification by leaving civilization behind. The same destructive consciousness travels wherever people do.
The release also appeared during a productive moment for underground American black metal. Small labels, Bandcamp pages and limited cassette editions allowed solitary projects to move quickly from private recording to international circulation. Artists could establish complete identities with one demo, a logo and a carefully chosen image before ever becoming a conventional live band.
Ebony Pendant used that economy effectively. The project’s obscurity was not caused by a lack of definition. The music, name, visual language and philosophical statement all arrived already aligned.
The first digital release appeared in July 2019. Physical editions followed through small underground labels, including a limited Grime Stone Records CD-R edition. The scale was modest, but the recording quickly became the foundation for a larger catalog. Forbidden Sonority contacted Ebony Pendant immediately after the demo appeared and continued working with the project on later tape releases.
That rapid response makes sense. The demo sounds like the beginning of something, but not because it is underdeveloped. It creates a world with enough room for expansion.
The following release, Incantation of Eschatological Mysticism, broadened the approach through slower passages, layered guitars and a longer album structure while retaining the blast-beat-driven, hypnotic character established here. Later splits, EPs and albums would increase the project’s visibility, but the essential method remained recognizable: raw production, extended repetition, bleak melody and distrust of mankind.
Seen from the later catalog, Sempiternal Passage is not simply a primitive version of a more accomplished sound. Its compactness gives it a particular force. There is no attempt to demonstrate range, introduce numerous collaborators or build a polished public identity. One person records three long pieces and releases them with a statement denying any dedication.
“This album is dedicated to no one.”
That line completes the work’s refusal of consolation. Dedications usually place art within a relationship, offering it to a person, community or memory. Ebony Pendant withholds the gesture. The record is not presented as service, tribute or communication with a beloved listener. It appears almost as an object discovered after the person responsible has already left.
Even so, the music communicates intensely. Its solitude is not silence. It turns isolation into a large acoustic space and fills that space with recurring evidence of hatred, grief and exhaustion.
The cover and title encourage expectations of total hostility, but the recording’s endurance depends upon its underlying beauty. The melodies do not rescue the listener from the distortion. They make the distortion more painful by suggesting something recognizable and almost tender inside it.
That is where the demo exceeds genre routine. Hatred alone becomes flat quickly. Suffering alone can become theatrical. Ebony Pendant combines them with a sense of tragic repetition, the feeling that the cycle is terrible precisely because alternatives can still be imagined.
The music keeps moving forward while returning to the same place.
The snake continues eating its tail.
The passage has no destination because humanity has mistaken repetition for history.