Ulcerate possess a very unique sound. An ether creeping through a forest on a far away planet. A forest that would appear dead to those not equipped to see it's beauty. Life disguised as decay. Death's dreams, aurally incarnate. A rogue wave filled with anesthetized daggers knocks you into the most congenial coffin, and this is what you hear as you fade out with a smile.
There, I tried. All pretentiousness aside, this band kills. That guitar...wow. Heavy stuff. Brian Rossini