From Bandcamp, "The Italian quartet is now ready to celebrate its tenth year of existence with their sophomore studio record, self-titled "Devoid Of Thought." From outer world graves, where stars go to die and the effigies of distant planets are found, the portal has now opened toward a quantum leap, placed at the incipit of the end. The panspermic biodome is a colorful multiverse, awash in stellar life and boiling with transformation. Time here represents an entropic euphoria and is no longer a mortal clock. From a putrescent mire, a new form of life is born, endowed with an unprecedented shell, different from that of any known species. Consciousness is now ready to cross the cosmos once again and navigate through oblivion, until returning to a new beginning, in order to experience itself into many forms."

The album has five songs, and "Panspermic Bio-Dome" is first, and it's nine-minute beast, nearly totally devoid of melody. Guttural vocals pepper the guitar work, which is filthy and dissonant. Before long, the songs fades to an ambient passage, where tension is thick. Dissonance makes a return in the passage that follows. "Chronos" is so loose it nearly crumbles and falls apart. The timing and sequences of the passages seems almost arbitrary, but I also have the distinct notion that the band has puppet strings above. "Putrescent Mireborn" is a short three-and-a-half minutes, so the band has to pack it as full of sound as possible, and pack it in they do. The guitar and bass work here are intricate, and the drummer keeps impeccable timing.

"Oblivionauts" is a slower grind without even one fuck to give. It lives below the surface, in cold, acrid caverns that are never visited, and with creatures that only exist in your nightmares. When it does surface on occasion, it's only to lure another victim that will become food. "Entheogenic Ritual" is the final offering; a 10-minute opus. It's dirty, filthy, and disgusting, like a gluttonous man who is reaching for another plate. It takes a circuitous path, over hills, through mountains, crossing steams, and taking paths that are untraveled. This was an excellent album, and it didn't follow the usual trail that Death Metal band often revel in. Instead, they took a detour down an unmarked path and forged their own sound, which was as black and filthy as the void itself.