From Bandcamp, “At last here, “Revelations from the Void” is ONIROPHAGUS at the height of their potential - and powers. Crushing and cavernous and yet majestically melodic at times and always atmospheric, “Revelations from the Void” presents an incredibly refined style of doom-death, both honoring and expanding its aesthetic parameters. There of course exists molten riffing, sepulchral vocals, and lumbering tempos aplenty, and while dynamic shifts between crush and clean have become more commonplace for doom-death, ONIROPHAGUS here do it better than most.”

The album has five songs, and “The Hollow Valley” is first, and it has a horrid, Doom laden sound, with a crawling pace. Twin guitar harmonies also mix in with the tortured vocals and heavy drum strikes. “Landsickness” is another lumbering song with deep, guttural vocals. The pace picks up and bit and when it does, it sounds like an army of the dead is marching to war, and the end of all mankind. “The Tome” is a song that reminds me of the frozen tundra of the north…cold, howling winds, and nothing in sight but frozen ground and eternally grey skies. When it picks up a bit, so does the anger, and perhaps desolation in the vocals, coming from the combination of Doom and Death Metal.

 It segues into “Black Brew,” and you can hear the frigid winds howling in the background with an occasional bell strike for added Doom. The extra-guttural vocals rattle deep into your soul as well. “Stargazing into the Void” closes the album, and it’s a lengthy sixteen-minute beast. A clean passage at first lead to harsher ones as the vocals increase their presence and the pace picks up. But just when you think the song might be feeding you enough energy to survive, it slows again, crushing all of your dreams. That heavy, weighted feeling on your shoulders increases as the song moves along, until your nose is barely above water.

 Overall, this was an excellent album. The combination of anger and despair were balanced very well. The guitar riffs were devastating, the vocals rattled into your soul, and the drums crushed the very ground you walked on, painting a picture of total desolation and meaningless existence.