On Friday the 13th of June 2003, the Swedish aggressor penetrated a virginal North America and left its sick stain inside the city of Chicago. The assault lasted for just over sixty agonizing minutes, intimidation of power the only lubrication. Sometimes slow and accompanied by whispered threats, other times hard and gratuitously painful. Always overbearing and unrelenting. Isn't that what LOVE is supposed to feel like? Moans of pleasure in the throes of violation. The amplification of obsession within an ongoing "abusive" relationship. The evidence of trauma conveniently packaged and presented as commodity. Feel dirty and ashamed over and over again. Remember, you're a victim, not a survivor.

Recorded during 1995 – that most creative of years for Brighter Death Now, which also produced the much harsher album Innerwar, as well as the final part of the epic “Great Death” trilogy – Necrose Evangelicum was immediately received as a new milestone in the genre of “sacred-death-industrial.” In fact, the album had the most favorable reception of any BDN record, and has generally been considered the most easily accessible of BDN’s work.



This groundbreaking album is nothing short of a sacred death-machine that relentlessly works itself into the mind with a most obtrusive, and almost dangerous, insistence. This review from 1996 says it all:



“This is music created from a place beyond all imaginable Hells... a place that exists only deep within the macabre mind of its creator, Roger Karmanik. A CD of such impenetrable darkness, as if the entire world had collapsed into itself! Where the inspiration has been drawn from for these recordings can only be speculated, but suffice it to say, it's not a place one would like to spend eternity! Tormented voices announce the birth of some unspeakable horror, while heavily metallic, grinding electronics shudder like the last gasps of a dying machine. Together, they form a vision so bleak and ghastly it purges both the mind and soul of everything but the most impure of thoughts. Leave all notions of decency at the entranceway, for they are not wanted nor needed here. Only in the final title track, featuring the despond...

Wanna quench your thirst for some more BDN? And perhaps suffocate while doing so? You got it - just ram it in! The second part in the mysterious "1890"-series is here and it's definately not a sweetie - this one gathers up to be one of the most vile and disturbing platters yet and heaven in hell for the fanatics. Those who survived last years live-shows perhaps know what to expect - the insane and thorough disgusting low frequency throbbing BDN is known or here is almost drawn out to real static wave proportions. Intense is the keyword here - dare taste the VERY monotonous lo-fi mayhem of a kind that digs deeper into the very core of your psyche. Released as heavy weight vinyl LP in 500 copies only.

BDN's steady mainman Roger Karmanik never goes out of style! A new punishing fullength CD packed with 8 churning traditional kneecapwrenching tracks, get down with it or bow in shame... Following the last album "1890" from 2001, this new work is more in the vein of 1998's "May all be dead": meaning slight punk mode ON. Diverse, hallucinatory, monotone and HEAVY with that sweet characteristic doom-laden and depressive touch. Simple and effective; just right for your pulsating private parts.

In the current strident flow of industrial music releases a few persons will most likely forever stand out as being more invigoratingly dedicated and for always having a fingermarked touch added to their outcome. Make no mistake, BDN are certainly among them. This grudgy long playing vinyl disc is painstakingly minimal in it´s structural form, maybe not what you expected and better off for it. With it´s dense soundscapes, dark and dirty oppressive atmospheres, "1890" feels almost like an unpleasant rebirth. The obscene themes and selfexposing vocals has taken a step back, now instead letting the music talk for itself. The pattern here is obvious, from the first track´s surprising enigmatic deep factory hummings to the fantastic muffled outbursts of the last. Given the right time, this new album soon will be regarded as one among the classics. This is nothing less than pure industrial muzak for the awakening of your soul