Supreme blackened noise from Saratoga, New York. Sounds like Ylayali
uses melted guitars and hellish feedback to cloak hellishly distorted
hellspeak. All light is crushed out. You are only Here, you are only in the midst of the storm. Eleven minutes in the
grip of the merciless. It slowly crushes you, then smears your corpse over the
gravel. Eerie, evil, and enervating – that’s the Ylayali way. Tape’s sold out,
but get massacred anyway below!