Khanate – Capture & Release.

Arid, torturous, and grindingly bleak, I descend into the unremitting morbidity of this glacial vacuum of despair with enormous relish!!! Should anyone create a horror film even half as pure fucking evil as Capture & Release the world would, perhaps, wither and die! Flinty, maddeningly crawlspaced riffs, thrillingly joyless Gestapo grind for unredeemable misanthropes, and Unabomber's in-waiting. Capture & Release remains an excruciating way to decompress from the obnoxiously deadening algorithms of the zeitgeist. I'd sincerely like to believe that Countess Bathory might well have enjoyed listening to this as she gleefully exsanguinated the home help. It has so often been said, that any music that doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger.