Consanguine — Worlds Hidden Behind Vision… Review

Opening: Invocation

As soon as the listener presses the play button, the ceremony begins. Four hymns, twenty-seven minutes. There is no escape. You’re dragged into its nightmare. A nightmare drawn from the eerie horror world of Bloodborne.

Think foggy streets and lurking horrors. Images of secret worlds flicker. Strange rites unfold. Dream-like events twist reality.

The Weight of Torment

Worlds Hidden Behind Vision, Rituals Hidden Behind Dream, isn’t music for comfort. It will torment. It crushes, suffocates, gnaws at the edges of your ears. If you played Bloodborne, this is the soundtrack. Fans of horror and extreme music will be drawn in. The music’s sound and foundation are heavy and dark; they will crush you, and will suffocate you beneath its blackened atmosphere.

“Worlds Hidden Behind Vision, Rituals Hidden Behind Dream” is rooted in progressive black metal, with avant-garde and death metal elements.

Hymns of the Blood Moon Rite

Each hymn feels different, stands apart. Lengths vary from four to eight minutes. Yet, they link like one full moon rite. Each hymn tells a tale. The first hymn, Secret Under Reflected Moon, acts as the opening door. It runs six minutes. This opener calls forth the hidden. The moon acts as a glassy door. Secrets wait just beyond that first step. You step through. Tremolo riffs shimmer like silver knives. Blast beats hammer the pulse. Vocals shriek from behind the veil — not before you, not beside you, but always behind.

Time breaks. Stops. Then stretches until it hurts. Guitars bend perception, chords dissonant and ugly. Drums fracture rhythm — sudden halts, then elongated rolls that feel like eternity. Vocals growl, shriek, collapse. You’re stuck in the pull. It’s claustrophobic. This is the puzzle of the ceremony, the four minute, second hymn, The Swiftness of Time Halted and Stretched.

The heart of it all is the third hymn. You are the vessel now. To Host the Unfathomable Beyond lasts eight minutes. Here, the Lovecraftian cosmic horror expands, Ambient textures — gothic, eldritch — seep in, humming like a current beneath your skin, filling every gap. Riffs expand, Vocals shift from guttural invocations to whispers that feel too close. The beyond doesn’t knock. It floods.

The end arrives with the seven-minute closer. Crimson Wellspring Coagulates / Forbidden Archaeology. Bloodlines mix with old tales. History weighs down like ancient stone. This seals the whole event. Ancestors press in close, riffs violent and coagulating. Bass thick, crimson. Drums pound like excavation tools digging into forbidden ground. Vocals guttural, ancestral, heavy with weight. The rite closes. Ancestors press in close. You feel them breathing down your neck.

The Lone Devilmanship

One mind crafts Consanguine. This lone force shows a solid devilmanship. Providing an instrumental score, a composition that offers the listener a fruit of dark arts. Dalton‘s guitar riffs are built on a foundation of progressive writing practices and structure: heavy dissonant, tremolo-picked and disgusting, forming a visionary veil, sharp and piercing.

Dalton‘sdrums are relentless and purifying, with blast-beats and avant-garde tempo shifts to suspend rhythm, embodying halted time. Cymbal washes create dreamlike atmospheres, shimmering like veils. The ambient textures inspired by Bloodborne — gothic, eldritch resonance.

Dalton‘svocals are unholy, channelling blackened shrieks cut deep with pain that pierce through the layers. With growls and guttural tones — the voice of blood, binding the ceremony to ancestral depth. Layered vocals are likely used, with echo effects and spectral doubling to create the sense of voices hidden behind dream, and occasional spoken or whispered passages act as ritual invocations.