"When you hide your face,
they are terrified;
when you take away their breath,
they die and return to the dust." - Psalm 104:29

Shunning the difference engines and thinking machines of the current age, these two tortured priests take the hymns of their past lives and pervert them into vast walls of howling sound; a blood-flecked gobbet of phlegm in the eye of their one-time Lord. Unholy screeches echo in a cathedral of white-noise static.

Compared to acts as diverse as Burzum, Lustmord, Wolf Eyes and Sunn0))), Wraiths play equal parts black ambient, noise and ritualised drone.

"The imagined eternity it has taken for Wraiths to follow up the gargantuan excellence of ‘Oriflamme’ is largely due to complications surrounding the packaging of this exemplary release from Scottish noise terror vendors, At War With False Noise. ‘The Grey Emperor’ comes resplendent in a DVD sized fold over card sleeve sealed with an actual wax Wraiths seal. Luckily, it is possible to release the disc from the sleeve without breaking the seal (something this sad auld twat worried about intensely whilst waiting for the postman), releasing an hour’s worth of ritual, blackened, filth. Like a miasma, ‘The Grey Emperor’ invades the listener’s personal space, filling their senses with dread. Opening with a spot-the-join rhythmic loop, landslides of tar-pit sludge and feedback drench descend to further blacken the pages. Building and oozing with oodles of that aforementioned malevolent intent, Wraiths annex large swathes of the industrial hinterland in their bid for kvlt status. Totally engaging and utterly compelling, ‘The Grey Emperor’ is Wraiths finest hour thus far, and cements their lineage as the finest exponents of the dark arts currently operating on this septic isle." - mudKISS.com

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"The death ambient textures and shifting, acidic tones stretch across a punishing forty minutes, maintaining an evolving narrative of painful, cumulous distortion. Wraiths dispense sounds from the very darkest recesses of doom metal but with all the defined edges of conventional instrumentation smudged and corroded, leaving only a vast, looming shadow in their place." - Boomkat.

"Layer upon layer upon layer. Huge chunks of industrial grind, massive pounding, and bursts of corrosive crunch, super processed vocals, synths and streaks of feedback, deep rumbling drones, whirring and hissing, it's the sound of wandering through the pits of hell. Huge demonic machinery, massive gears and pistons, caked with black soot, and unspeakable grime, churning away endlessly, shadowy figures toiling behind the flames, the sounds of hammer on stone, of gnashing teeth, and hopeless wails, all seeming to come together into some hellish symphony. A glorious and gloriously abysmal industrial black noise drone, a sound not unfamiliar to fans of MZ412, Merzbow, Wolf Eyes and other proponents of caustic low end explorations and buzzing sonic filth." - Aquarius Records.

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"An expansive drift through bleak landscapes of dubbed out rhythms, and shimmering industrial whir, black swells beneath, grey swirls above, often building to full on cacophonous noise-psych freakouts. Murky worlds of drone and distortion, smeared into soothing and serene drones. Haunting vocals and anguished howls drifting way down in the mix. Full on wall of keening sound, high end harmonies of corrosive downtuned buzz and ear splitting upper register skree, harsh and heavy but completely mesmerizing in that crumbling wasteland, edge of the black abyss, doom drenched blackened ur-drone sort of way. Killer stuff." - Aquarius Records.

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