Screamarts - Hellhound

As the ronin reached the road’s crest upon a windswept hilltop, the sight that met his eyes was not that of the bucolic streamside town that he had last passed through three seasons ago. The fields upon its outskirts lay fallow beneath the last rays of the late summer sun, and no livestock milled about before the houses that lay now shattered, their walls torn and thatched rooves thrown about as though by a great gale. At the town’s center, the roof of the humble temple had been rent asunder, revealing the careful miydaiku construction that had been the great pride of this town upon his last visit.

As the ronin began to tread upon the town’s now desolate streets, he found himself assailed by an unearthly heat that seemed to sap the very earth of its vital energies. Produce lay shriveled and unharvested on the town’s vines, the pathway upon which he tread singed the bottom of his sandals, and as he drew his katana the steel blade shimmered as a mirage. Before him, upon the steps of the temple, lay the body of its faithful miko, her skin charred by rivulets of flame in a pattern the ronin knew all too well. Around him, the heat swelled, sucking the oxygen from the air. Above him, the ronin looked up to meet a sight he already knew to exist - the great canine head of a hellhound, emblazoned with a talisman that bore the singular character of destruction and inscribed with the singular disjointed stroke pattern that could only be wrought by a malevolent kami’s hand.

EATBRAIN’s ronin warrior SCREAMARTS returns to the label with HELLHOUND, an EP cultivated from the artist’s distinct sonic palette and honed to deliver a four-track canticle of hellish sonics to the hungry ears of the EATBRAIN horde.

Written by Gwen Kubik