The ‘Night of Death and Doom’ has come to be an anticipated staple of the Vancouver underground – a labor of love meant to both promote amazing bands from all over and perpetuate that fervent passion of extremity that is shared amongst the maniacs of BC.

The tenth installment of these nasty nights on Saturday, February, 23rd did particular justice to the event’s name, roping in a stacked bill of progressively vile sounding bands that shook the foundations of Pat’s Pub, no doubt driving off those who didn’t already know what was taking place with an unyielding wall of dismal noise.

To break in the crowd and start off the night, Vancouver doomsters, Woe Monger, were first to kill the silence. With a good amount of Sabbath worship, the band still retained an element of ugliness, primarily through the agonized vocal performance, making them a fitting jumping off point and foreshadowing of the downward spiral into madness yet to come.

Following suite was the local barbarian slaughter horde, Encoffinate, who seemed to approach from the distance with an ominous introduction taken from Basil Poledouris’ untouchable score to “Conan The Barbarian”. But by contrast, the epic nature of such orchestration seemed to only give Encoffinate’s grotesque chugging an added weight as the slow gallop of gore drenched warbeasts overtook the venue. Playing an array of songs from their upcoming EP, Cimmerian Corpse Dungeon, Encoffinate took no prisoners, crushing the audience with pure primitive energy.

Where Encoffinate were a slaughter in bogs of human refuse, Sentient Ruin Laboratories’ masthead band, Abstracter, were the pall of suffocating miasma that arises in the aftermath. Emoting landscapes of despair, Abstracter brought the atmosphere with the punishment. The crowd were being brutalized under a sky of smog, which rarely ever let up until the band were done.

As though what had already transpired were not enough, the headliners of the night, and the propagators of one of 2018’s most debilitating releases, Hissing, seemed determined to ensure that nothing was left. A flood of smoke engulfed the venue, signalling the onset of pure nausea. Perfectly conjuring the disgusting aura that made their debut full length, Permanent Destitution so incredibly vile, Hissing displayed a startling technicality in their uneven and dissonant sound which defies any sort of convention or trope. As the final destination on what had proven to be a journey to the depths of formlessness and perversion, Hissing proved to be the terminus in every respect.

Yet another Night of Death and Doom went off without a hitch, once more ushering us a little closer towards our inevitable oblivion to the sounds of grotesque instrumentation, wretched swill, and good company.

All video footage by M. Rensmaag. Check out each band at their respective bandcamp pages. BUY OR DIE!!!!!!


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