Uploaded September 2021 | Updated September 2026, 5 hours ago
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WEREWOLF RECORDS is proud to present RVBBER VVITCH's striking debut album, Mastvrbations Malveillantes MMXVII, on CD format.
Shocking and antagonistic in both intent and execution, RVBBER VVITCH is a Canadian extreme metal solo project whose style is an unorthodox fusion of BDSM, black metal, dark ambient, industrial, and experimental. Suitably, the band's moniker was created by combining the first of a nameless dehumanized gimp and the last of a Devilβs offspring abomination.
While largely within the wider umbrella of black metal, RVBBER VVITCH's unique expression nevertheless evades easy categorization - nor easy consumption. Guitars are harsh and cold, yet seemingly summoned from a post-apocalyptic crater rather than an amp; bass tones are mercilessly overdriven, grinding body and soul into the dirt; cutting out humanity altogether, both blastbeats and doomy stomps pump like pus from a Midi drum-machine; and sinister echoing soundscapes meld with malodorous French vocals, which demonically range heavily distorted screeches to low-pitched grunts. And whereas so many nowadays "black metal" bands play-act, the creator of RVBBER VVITCH matches content with form, life with art: the unconventional, largely taboo visual imagery is a reflection of the artist's unabashedly hedonistic lifestyle.
Around 2017, RVBBER VVITCH self-recorded a first opus titled Mastvrbations Malveillantes MMXVII. Two years later, it found digital release on Bandcamp. Shortly after, WEREWOLF RECORDS sought out the artist to release this defiant document in physical format. At last, that moment arrives...behold the true latex cult!
rvbbervvitch.bandcamp.com
Available on Compact Disk from:
werewolf.fi
hellsheadbangers.com
WEREWOLF RECORDS is proud to present RVBBER VVITCH's striking debut album, Mastvrbations Malveillantes MMXVII, on CD format.
Shocking and antagonistic in both intent and execution, RVBBER VVITCH is a Canadian extreme metal solo project whose style is an unorthodox fusion of BDSM, black metal, dark ambient, industrial, and experimental. Suitably, the band's moniker was created by combining the first of a nameless dehumanized gimp and the last of a Devilβs offspring abomination.
While largely within the wider umbrella of black metal, RVBBER VVITCH's unique expression nevertheless evades easy categorization - nor easy consumption. Guitars are harsh and cold, yet seemingly summoned from a post-apocalyptic crater rather than an amp; bass tones are mercilessly overdriven, grinding body and soul into the dirt; cutting out humanity altogether, both blastbeats and doomy stomps pump like pus from a Midi drum-machine; and sinister echoing soundscapes meld with malodorous French vocals, which demonically range heavily distorted screeches to low-pitched grunts. And whereas so many nowadays "black metal" bands play-act, the creator of RVBBER VVITCH matches content with form, life with art: the unconventional, largely taboo visual imagery is a reflection of the artist's unabashedly hedonistic lifestyle.
Around 2017, RVBBER VVITCH self-recorded a first opus titled Mastvrbations Malveillantes MMXVII. Two years later, it found digital release on Bandcamp. Shortly after, WEREWOLF RECORDS sought out the artist to release this defiant document in physical format. At last, that moment arrives...behold the true latex cult!
rvbbervvitch.bandcamp.com
![WERWOLF (The True) Frozen throne... (split with DRUADAN FOREST) [OFFICIAL][HD]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/kqsCq6xbm3Y/mqdefault.jpg "WERWOLF (The True) Frozen throne... (split with DRUADAN FOREST) [OFFICIAL][HD]
WERWOLF Frozen throne of the final winter of endless sorrow (The funeral of all life), taken from the split CD/LP with DRUADAN FOREST.
Invoked from mystical pagan darkness in spring 2017 at the Carelian Battlegrounds by Graf Werwolf.
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Lyrics:
Where ice crystals shine... On frozen cenotaphs of a forlorn kingdom...
Where the last raven flies across this endless
dismal landscape of snow and sorrow...
There it stands, the desolate throne of my winter kingdom of sorrow.
Built on the pyramid of the skulls of the weak and frozen into time
at the eclipse when the ashes of the world killed the sun.
The skeletal remains of the towers that clawed heaven
now stand like spectral branches in the horizon.
No laughter will ever be heard again, just the lamentation of a timeless snowfall.
No light shall flicker in the endless blizzard
that carves the wings of the forsaken throne.
A phantom of mourning dances around the
coffin of the macrocosm in endless barren sadness.
When all scriptures were swallowed by a majestic fire and reveries
were transformed to ashes, it was only silence that remained.
All is buried, and all is forgotten.
When the wings of the last raven fail, life ceases to be.
No one will remember the wolves... Only the fullmoon mourns its brethren.
The winter of endless sorrow... The funeral of all life...")
