a dialogue with the dimensions
ShEver’s Doom is Sludgy like warm fetid sludgy swamps. On that aggressive ground, you can easily compare them with Grief or Aldebaran. Pretty much all the girls scream, growl and shout in this hot droning mass; at least three out of four – and really, you wouldn’t guess those porky, goblin-like spits of hate and thundering imprecations would come out of a girl’s throat... even the cleaner parts sound like howling sailors under the full-moon.