Cult Burial Collapse of Pattern, Reverence of Dust Review
Cult Burial
Collapse of Pattern, Reverence of Dust
Self-Released
2025
Children of ashes and disciples of chaos, gather close. For Cult Burial have carved into stone a scripture of ruin, not to exalt, not to uplift, but to remind us that all forms “collapse, and all reverence returns to dust”.
This is a procession of crushing Black Metal with elements of Doom tossed in for spite. Eight psalms of erosion, each tolling like the death knell of structure itself. Let us walk the path of this crumbling temple together.
“Beseech” - The congregation bows. Dissonant chords rise like incense tainted with blood, and the priest of ruin cries out in guttural tongues. We are not welcomed, we are condemned.
“Collapse” - Behold; patterns shatter like stained glass beneath a hammer. Drums fall like thunder from a wrathful sky, riffs grind like millstones, and every semblance of order dissolves. This is the gospel of ROT.
“Seethe” - Here is wrath unmoored, a storm of noise with no shepherd, a raging crowd gnashing at the heavens. No redemption is promised; rage is its own prayer.
“Vincula” - Chains rattle in the dark. This hymn begins bound in structure, but the shackles soon break. The song fractures, the form disintegrates, and we are left with echoes - ghosts of riffs dissolving into formless air. This is liberation through ruin.
“Mire” - We are dragged into the swamp, heavy limbs, and lungs filling. The riffs lumber like monuments collapsing into mud.
“Collapse of Pattern, Reverence of Dust” is a handbook of annihilation. It teaches that all bonds rot, all beauty withers, and that all structures fail. It is a mass where the chalice overflows with ash, the host is broken stone, and the congregation sings not in harmony, but in the language of ruin and sorrow.
Raise your horns, ye faithful of decay, for Cult Burial has given us the gospel of dust.