"Respectfully, to all those mystical souls who, while favouring the increase of enlightened knowledge, prefer simultaneously that man's reach for the remoter things of the unknown and the unseen shall remain fascinatingly, tantalisingly, and perpetually, if ever so slightly, beyond his grasp." - Bryan A. Netherwood
This album contains eight threnodies for my late father (1942-2013).
"Disincarnate is fear, so thorough and accomplished that you can feel it in your bones, creeping like paralysis in your muscular fibres, even through your brain. It leaves you helplessly hanging on the verge of an enormous sea of loss. Yes, the album is dedicated to a massive loss (as you can read in the liner notes of the album), but it’s not a mere tribute to a feeling each and every of us have experienced in a way or another. It’s a complex monolith of what life really is, even though we tend to ignore and hide it, coloring it with positive emotions and hope. It’s a ceremony in obedience of all things black." - heathenharvest.org/2014/06/30/people-eaters-disincarnate/
"It tantalizes with a disturbed presence and undulation that provokes visions of things some may find better left unseen." - riverrockreviews.blogspot.com/2014/07/people-eaters-disincarnate.html
"Disincarnate is largely made up of ominous cello swoons, and bilious clouds of static electronics, that congeal in the air like ectoplasm, only to turn into a plague of locusts and sandstorms." -
"...throughout this anthropophagic album there constantly recur what strike the ear as the sonic transcriptions of those practices, while in one track the latter are spoken of explicitly in a gruesome voice-over, contributed by Joshua Levesque, and therewith are the listeners enveloped in – or rather, swallowed up by the darkness of its sound. Divested of a part of their inner sense of safety, too, at the very least." - musicuratum.com/2014/07/14/some-remarkable-releases/
"What I can say is that I was impressed that the band’s usual atmosphere of dread has not been dialled back in the slightest. This is a wake as desolate as could be described by Poe and, shockingly, the sixth track, ‘me mokutu vakamatea’, contains a poem written by fellow aetheric label mate slowthaw reminiscent of Poe’s translator Baudelaire or maybe something from a ritual hallucinated in a Lovecraftian fever-dream. Given the declared context it is bold stuff. I listened to this album whilst sat in a sun trap created by the concrete geometries of the campus where I work and was transported to a windswept, hillside graveyard where a group of horrified mourners wonder what the hell could have torn the doors from the family crypt…"
"This is drifty, droney, wordless (all bar one track, which features SPOOKY softly spoken vocals by Joshua Levesque) music for a splintered world, oddly soothing..." - Hiroshima Yeah! fanzine #116