The rotten wood gives way, once exposed again to the fresh air of the cemetary, many years after being interred. A purulent ejection of filthy liquids pours out from the open casket. The river of sickness trickles down all the way to the garden of Urban Spree, where it coalesces to form a bunch of creatures, human only in shape. They take the stage. They seal the doors. Trapped in the venue, everybody is consumed by the hellish noise. Only Death is real!
Pissgrave and Necrot crossed the Atlantic to fill these lands with the stench of death, Undergang were summoned from Denmark to accompany them in this horrible journey. Pestilent death metal is the key to the gate. Rise, and join!