Nekro Cvlt Desecration – Purification in the Witchcraft Flames

Nekro Cvlt Desecration – Purification in the Witchcraft Flames

Out now via Murder Records.

If you thought South America had already given the world enough hellfire spewing black thrash outfits, Nekro Cvlt Desecration are here to tell you to shove it. Their second album, Purification in the Witchcraft Flames (out now via Murder Records), is a filthy, blood soaked slab of Satanik chaos that doesn’t just flirt with blasphemy — it bends it over the altar and fks it raw.

Recorded in Buenos Aires between late 2024 and early 2025, this record reeks of pestilence from the opening title track, a grim one minute invocation that bleeds straight into Ancient Voices From the Graves. From there, it’s all out warfare — ten tracks of unholy speed, guttural proclamation, and riffs sharper than a sacrificial dagger. Spell of Necromancy… Buried Alive in Darkness is a stand out, dragging listeners into a suffocating vortex of rot and ritual, while Cvlt to Kaos & Blasphemy does exactly what it says on the tin. Chaotic, blasphemous, and fucking relentless.

Elsewhere, Arsenic Angels spits poison with thrash tinged ferocity, and Witching Possession channels early Sarcófago and old school Slayer in equal measure. The two part Into the Coven / True Pestilential Force stretches to nearly six minutes, giving space for eerie violin arrangements before hammering into full scale ritual slaughter. Spanish language cut Altares De Sangre Y Muerte is short but vicious, before Antichristian Black Metal Reaper MMXXV stomps everything into dust, leading to closer Sabatorical Abomination, a final exhalation of sulphur and spite.

The production by Gregorio Kochian keeps it raw without descending into useless mud, each instrument hits like a rusted axe. Seth Nekromancer’s vocals sound like they’ve been vomited straight from the abyss, while Goat Destruktor’s drumming batters like a war engine tearing through bone.

Visually, Darkpen Illustrations’ cover art nails the atmosphere, while the CD/cassette layouts scream underground authenticity. Murder Records’ limited runs (300 CDs, 100 cassettes) practically guarantee cult status before the first copy was even sold.

This isn’t for the faint hearted. It’s ugly, it’s uncompromising, and it’s dripping with ritualistic bile. But fuck me if it isn’t one of the most honest black/thrash records 2025 will see. Desecration on. Purification off.