One madness more has been given unto man... The Neon Death Slittes.

Apocalyptic, amorphous Northern gothic noise for guitar and drum machine. The sound of hot lead in your ears. Heavily opiated doom-blues. The sound of a grim, dying city and all of it's ghosts.

Leeds, January 2003. In the top room of the city's oldest pub a seance is in progress. Drums clatter and a heavily distorted guitar cuts through the spiritual darkness. The war with Iraq was on the horizon, a dark storm - the war is language, black magick language, formulas for reality.

The Angel of Death has been sighted over Leeds,
He was last seen in the form of a black cloud heading toward Menwith Hill.
If you see this Azrael, consider him armed and dangerous -
Do not approach him.