Firmly committed to the hellish climes of South American black / death madness, here on Anticosmocrator, PERVERSOR whip up a fury of filthiness and bestiality that could only come from the cult-metal cauldron of Chile. One track detonates after another, with the band seemingly locked into a state of violent possession, each scabrous riff and vocal vomit summoned from a sulfurous pit far beyond the purview of mankind. But through it all, PERVERSOR stay just as committed to the METAL aspect of their black/death madness, thrashing forth with a memorability rooted in the '80s ways. And the world trembles before the imminent doom of Anticosmocrator.