So after almost three years of rehearsing, recording, designing and desperate cries I finally got the result in my hands. The feeling is as always very complex, euphoria and doubt side by side. There is, as is should be, a notion in the back of the head reveling everything that could been better. But we’re probably damned to dream of that perfect piece of packaged misanthropy to the end of our days..
None the less, the merch looks fucking great and I recommend it to everyone that seeks a doze of the black arts.