The band's first new recordings in two years, Temple of the Impure proves that the silence was indeed golden, for LP#2 is a fucking firestorm of filth and foulness, a forever-flowing fount of unnervingly hypnotic ultra violence. Both defining and deviating from the classic Chilean archetype, Temple of the Impure sees HADES ARCHER simultaneously surpassing the boundaries of chaotic overload and somehow delivering their most diseased and dirt-encrusted expression by paradoxically locating their cleanest and most professional recording to date. A dicey move in most bands' hands, but here, the payoff speaks for itself: Temple of the Impure is precisely THAT, and it can be heard in gleamingly 3D tones, thereby maximizing the palpably physical possession it invokes within the listener. Total and utter diabolism across a dozen tracks in 34 minutes, Temple of the Impure kicks in immediately and thoroughly assaults the senses for its entire duration, along the way finessing forth deft 'n' dynamic downshifts and martial headbanging moments.