Death Ambient: Lucaslavia operates on the outer rings of metal, melting its constituent elements into
vicious torrents of fury. 'Furnace' resembles a field recording from the sixth circle of hell. Despite its
deceptively calm initial form, ancient hatreds seem to rage in violent currents just below the leaden
surface. Disembodied voices range from whispered malediction to screams of utmost anger, stretched
into purgatorial eternities. Gargantuan sonic fortification walls composed of drums, ripping sheets of
distorted guitar, hissing residue of steel and stone blasted apart build threatening levels of intensity.
The only deceptive respite comes from what appears to be the faint mechanical creaking emanating
from the inexorable and towering installations found in the engine rooms of boundless pain.