Under a Gilded Sun by Malevich

For fans of Neurosis, City of Caterpillar, the more aggressive side of atmospheric black metal, and the realization that you live under the thumb of a death cult, Under a Gilded Sun by Malevich takes outrage at injustice to harrowing spiritual heights. Their unique blend of skramz breakdowns, post metal atmosphere, black metal production, and deeply dissonant riffing calls out like a sailor’s final prayer aboard a sinking ship, one where sentiments of hope and change drown in a torrential storm at sea. A genocidal regime naturally opens itself up to all manner of criticism, but Malevich’s specific perspective puts a finer point on these moral failings than any other, summing up opposition to these forces with one statement: you have no right. By subsuming all human leadership under the spiritual body of the universe, we see the pure deranged insanity of the colonial cancer, igniting an inferno in our souls that boils over, begging us to sacrifice ourselves for change.