Seven Chains |Swollen, In Flux |I, Voidhanger Records/Rubeus Obex Records

That addition expands the guitar attack into two clashing streams, backed by a rhythm section built for sudden turns, unstable pacing, and violent acceleration. Coleman also handles piano and synthesizers, Golden Fawn returns with additional vocals, and Logan Pintor brings trumpet to selected compositions.  Their contributions add brief flashes of color around the quartet’s central collision of death metal impact, black metal dissonance, and experimental unease. Paul Van Trigt created the cover art, while I, Voidhanger Records and Rubeus Obex Records handle the release in physical and digital editions.

“Swollen, In Flux” throws warped riffs, rapid drumming, subterranean bass, electronic texture, and strained voices into a restless mass. The production preserves jagged edges while separating enough detail for the layered guitars and rhythm section to register, though the mix remains oppressive and deliberately disorienting. Coleman’s vocals sound scorched and distant, Golden Fawn’s ethereal lines provide an eerie counterpoint, and Pintor’s trumpet appears as alien color amid the guitar churn; piano and synthesizers deepen the surrounding haze. The songwriting moves through skewed chord shapes, primitive death metal eruptions, hypnotic cycles, and abrupt rhythmic fractures, with ordinary verse and chorus comfort almost entirely discarded.

“Whence Blood No Longer Flows,” “Every Flame Structured, Every Face Ablaze,” and “The Earth’s Tentacular Cross” point toward blood, fire, corrupted faith, and bodily transformation, giving the spiritual imagery a diseased physical form. Several transitions pile dissonance upon dissonance until detail turns to blur, and the extended closing composition stretches its central ideas past their most effective span. Those excesses reduce the impact of a few eruptions, though the album retains enough direction to prevent experimentation from dissolving into random noise or shapeless extremity. Seven Chains returns with a severe, imaginative release whose riffs, rhythmic violence, alien accents, and warped atmosphere justify the long silence, even when stricter editing could have made the final blow deeper.

|7.5