My high school French teacher was a drunk who drank rum in his coffee and made us watch movies like Three Men and a Baby in French. I tell you all this to explain that I don’t read, write, or speak French. This band might make me look up some phrases on the internet, though. It’s an hour of music in only seven songs and the mood is definitely dark and brooding. The occasional hellish Amebix, Neurosis, Run For Your Fucking Life, Tragedy, Grotus-style yelps here, and the music is right up that alley. A cello and tenor saxophone sometimes opens tracks like a Fellini movie playing in the background of a hell feast. Droning, intense, and slow riffs of melancholic power. This stuff is worth seeking out, especially if you want to study your French and hang out by candlelight in a cave at the same time.