These Cursed Hands

In late 2021 as the world slowly unclenched from its pandemic-stricken fetal position a peculiar sound could be heard wafting through the mist-soaked conifers of the pacific northwest. Crushing yet melodic, aggressive yet despairing, menacing yet majestic, the sound evoked images of madness, destruction, and terror, a siren song predicting death and downfall for those who have witnessed it. It is the sound… of These Cursed Hands. These Cursed Hands brings you their particularly brutal and epic form of blackened metalcore as they begin their unholy ritual. Hailing from the darkest, dankest depths of Portland Oregon's fecund metal scene, These Cursed Hands produce a synthesis of the best elements of black, progressive, core, death, and thrash metal that reduces even the most experienced metal listener into a quivering mass of bodily fluids slowly leeching out into the ground. Their vocal aggression, earthshaking heaviness, explosive rhythm, and face-melting riffage regularly annihilates whole audiences, leaving only ashen smears where fans once stood. As the sun rises on these scenes of sonic devastation, the few remaining survivors will pull themselves from the rubble and spread the cursed word. Hail Liviyatin! The curse is upon us.