Some albums merely sound dark; “Abur” embodies darkness. It is a sonic ceremony of suffering, an invocation of pure malevolence channeled through sound. It feels less like listening to music and more like being dragged into an ancient rite, one where the air is thick with smoke, the ground is soaked in blood, and unseen horrors lurk just beyond the firelight. This is evil personified in music—a relentless plunge into madness, ritualistic torture, and sacrifice, with no hope of escape. By the time the last notes fade into the void, it leaves the listener only the echoes of torment, the feeling of having witnessed something they were never meant to hear.
