"Slower than the second coming of Jesus Christ", as their label states. Huge chords and avalanche drumbeats surge and decay beneath male/female vocals. As bleak and diseased as Khanate 's ambient crunch, as blackened and crusty and demonically melodic as Unearthly Trance. The sounds of thunderclouds and bad days coming in slow tide over the horizon. OTESANEK explore the sublime space and speaker grit trapped between monstrous riffs and feedback decay.