Their most recent record, Saldorian Spell, was released via War Anthem last year, and I strongly recommend you pick it up! Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult meted out a punishing forty or so minutes of mid-to-up tempo, surprisingly technical, atmospherically-inclined but wholeheartedly brutal black metal, stopping only to douse us in more blood (fake or real, the jury's still out). Hammered away at her axe like a woman possessed, howling mockery at the cross through a throat lined with barbed wire and acid, and hailing Satan between every song - now THAT is a frontwoman! Her shirtless, blood-smeared brothers in arms kept the riffs coming, scowling in unison as their constantly-blasting drummer sweated off his corpsepaint behind them. Vocalist Onielar exuded pure menace onstage, spitting blood out onto the front row at every opportunity and keeping her Rapunzel-length locks from tangling in her guitar strings by sheer force of will. The Teutonic quartet were resplendent in black leather, spikes, and gauntlets, streaked with corpsepaint and generally looking about as grim as you can get on a Sunday night in Brooklyn. Thanks to an unanticipated bout of seriously brutal traffic, I missed Agrath (sorry dudes), strolling up to the venue just as Darkened Nocturn Slaughtercult were setting up ( Dimentianon reportedly dropped off of the bill) then hauling ass up those godforsaken stairs when I heard them start tuning.
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