Peruvian doom merchants Don Juan Matus debut platter manages to invoke, rather subtly, the ghosts of everyone from Sabbath to Comus, forging their respective influences into a sound that is unmistakably their own as they take us back to the golden age of Vertigo, running the gamut between extended drone suites, Embryonic acoustic interludes and straight-ahead stompers.
01 Tempus funcui 02 Dracones de eden 03 Qui mane oriebaris 04 Voces de tempestad 05 Nuevo evancelio 06 Matorral 07 Polaris 08 Superzarza 09 Ciervo 10 Vortice espiral 11 Los ojos de vermargar