Lust, idolatry, enmities, wrath, envy, drunkenness, WORKS OF THE FLESH is everything that distances man from grace and draws him closer to his lowest nature. The band appropriates this list not as moralism, but as an aesthetic statement: there is no redemption here, only the raw exposure of corruptible matter. Musically, they operate in the most clinical and oppressive zone of the filthy crossroads between death, grind and crust. The sound is compact, muscular, stripped of ornamentation: tightly wound riffs, violent drumming, dry production, and a constant, suffocating sense of weight. In the summer of 2025, five years after their self-titled debut, the Belgians released new material once again. "Zero Fucks Given" and "W. O. T. F." seem to foreshadow another record where everything is functional, deliberately uncomfortable and almost penitential, a conscious exercise in functional brutality.
