After settlling down on 'Hypnotic Dirge Records, behold, the first work which opens with the lines of crazed monkeys. Not surprisingly, the first dismal track, titled "Between Apes and Angel" and its almost ten minutes confirm the weight of a sound full of British doom death, which marks a point of interest in the middle of the track, where the item appears the clone of the vocalist of My Dying Bride, which immediately leads me to check in the booklet, there is just Aaron Stainthorpe, as a guest vocalist. Nothing to do, guests are limited to the presence of the voice of Phoebe Pinnock (a sort of Bjork) in "this Prolong Agony" and "Wailing my Keen" and D'arcy Molan, saxophonist in "The Most Subtle of Storms", but Aaron no trace. And then have to be a good boy Terry to modulate his voice as the vocalist heartbreaking English. 

As for the music, however, we are still in a rather embryonic in terms of rhythm, obviously still too tied to the classic style of a genre that suffers from immobility and absolute rigor. However, there are various attempts to give a touch of originality to the product, with the insert female Phoebe under the two songs mentioned above, acquiring something extravagant, almost avant-garde, even though there are the usual acoustic openings on which will obviously stand out entries growl and a rhythm pretty tough. It is certainly not easy to find new solutions to a genre that has not the slightest desire to evolve. Yet the good Terry, sometimes it gives me the idea of ​​wanting to try, launching alongside raids guitar not entirely original, but clearly influenced by the sounds of the land of Albion, others found that instead would seem just the desire to move away from Generally, as the pace suffocating like industrial / martial "Seven Sisters of Sleep." Past the minutes of anguish and that strong sense of claustrophobia of the previous track, I am going to listen to that song for which harbored an interest in the presence of the sax. Aside from yet another disturbing move, including vocals that go with great ease, from growl to scream and finally to dark clean, and sounds constantly imbued with a feeling worthy of the theater of horror, finally arrive to savor the breach of evil sax in a full moon night. Chills. Chills that run through my arms to break one of the most beautiful I've ever heard. I said that the good Terry wanted to try to differentiate itself from abnormal mass of bands that crowd the chaos doom / funeral, a pity that the digression was not sure of the longest. What is positive is no doubt that the conditions for an improvement to find and trace new paths there are to not get stuck in quell'immobilismo I mentioned earlier. You certainly could do without the last four minutes of the song, with the sounds of sea. To close the album we think the surprising and almost "tooliana" "Wailing my Keen", which reappears in the good Phoebe beside the lofty voice of Terry, who outdoes himself here ... In short, this first chapter of Subterranean Disposition, not it is so easy to digest, but also when you have metabolized the sounds from here, you can not help but be more than satisfied. To keep track wisely