Beginnings of stories are often familiar in formula; we are introduced to characters, places, and, of course, scenarios in turn. It’s when the cogs begin to revolve that we are led astray by the narrative into the unfamiliar. In this way, MAELSTRÖM sounds, in places, very much like previous chapters in the story of KATARRHAKTES. It’s dense, distinctly electronic in design, and has the duality of abrasiveness coupled with frailty that one might associate with the name. However, the era of KALI YUGA has ended. KATARRHAKES is back, and is louder than ever, with a new rawness, and an edge as keen as the sting of a Black Widow’s bite. To be listened to at none other than the highest volumes.