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Review: When No Birds Sang serves as the sonic Venn Diagram intersection between the caustic death-grind of endlessly prolific noise merchants Full Of Hell and their long-time dreary shoegaze companions Nothing. Following previous collaborations with nihilistic post-rock entity The Body and doom-sludge trio Primitive Man, this latest endeavour offers a far vaster musical dichotomy than previous collaborative outings, with melancholic, distorted clean vocals reverberating against howling shrieks and cacophonous walls of overwhelming, near impenetrable fuzz. Echoing the ugliest experiments of Swans or My Bloody Valentine, yet re-purposed, or rather dragged through a mire of broken glass and barbed wire before being vaulted into a deafening echo chamber; this twisted formula of violent vulnerability could best be summarised as post-grind or deathgaze, and offers little help to the uninitiated.

Review: Taking both acts on their core traits, Full Of Hell primarily deal in death-grind fusion with some blackened aspects and a powerviolence twist, with their tracks rarely crossing the two-minute threshold and their average album length clocking in at approximately 20 minutes and some change. Primitive Man on the other hand, are the type of abyss dwellers that deal in lengthy sonic dirges, often running for well over an hour at a time. What happens when you combine two unmatched forces of modern extremity into one nightmare-fuelled hellscape of sonic torture? You get a truly oppressive display of grinding, trudging sludge-soaked doom with walls of caustic harsh noise which drone on for lengthy uncomfortable sections. Ugly, slow, unwelcoming and vile, 'Suffocating Hallucination' does its utmost to earn its nihilistic title, and offers little in the way of hope on its successful pilgrimage into the abyss.