What began as a lockdown project between Josh (guitar/vocals) and Bert (drums) has rapidly evolved into one of the most authentic voices in Benelux black metal. Rising from the murky depths of the Ieperian blue clay, Godvergeten emerges as an EP soaked in mud, melancholy, and inner rage.
Blending elements of slow-burning sludge, biting black metal, and introspective post-metal, the band showcases not only musical versatility but also thematic depth. There are no mystical forests or satanic theatrics here—Godvergeten breathes human tragedy, forgotten histories, and spiritual decay. The title itself can be read both as a blasphemous curse and as a condemnation of societal neglect—and you feel that weight in every note.
The production is raw yet well-balanced: the guitars seethe, the drums pound like recorded in a concrete crypt, and the vocals rasp like the final, ragged breaths of a preacher who lost his faith in the mud of Flanders Fields.
What makes Godvergeten so compelling is its sincerity. There’s no aesthetic posturing or retro fetishism—this is an EP that needed to be made. It feels like the only honest answer to what the band sees, feels, and fears.
Godvergeten might not be a revolution within the genre, but it stands as a damn powerful reminder of what black metal at its core should be: confrontational, honest, and drenched in urgency. A Belgian mud-drenched masterpiece with international resonance.
85/100