New 2023 red-and-black splatter repress of Hole Below. Looks gnarly. Here's the original review:

Latest album of hideous, philosophical death metal from these Bay Area barbarians. Conceptually, Vastum still wades through the same brackish, filthy fluids as previous records, infusing their dark, Bolt Thrower-esque heaviness with a surrealistic edge and continued references to Jungian psychoanalysis and the works of Bataille, cerebral stuff from a band this repulsively violent in tone. They continue to be one of my favorite current death metal bands, melding jet-black lyricism and suffocating atmospheric density with riffs that stomp through the listener's skull with the force of a steel toe boot.

Featuring former Amber Asylum member Leila Abdul-Rauf and members of deathcrust heathens Acephalix, Vastum grind out six new blasts of churning downtuned heaviness and bleary, fetid ambience, leading off with "Sodomitic Malevolence"'s murmured chanting and blackened industrial murkiness that erupts into a violently droning, double-bass fueled death metal. Swerving through pulverizing riff changes, that song alone is a prime slab of raving old-school death laced with creative textural details like those weird chanting vocals and an eerie acoustic guitar outro. The album lurches through an impeccably assembled series of pukoid detonations, all threaded together by those strange, far-off chanting voices, which sometimes drift hazily beneath the guttural, cavernous roar of the lead singer. Whiplash tempo shifts abound, the songs shifting between gut-churning caveman doom and rampaging D-beat to crushing staccato rhythms and furious bastbeat-driven chaos, and it's all shot up with savage, discordant guitar solos, adding to the atmosphere of entropic rot and erotic violence that exudes from every stinking fold of their crawling., chthonic death metal. Less obvious are the understated textural elements that Abdul-Rauf brings to certain passages, smears of ghostly trumpet and oily electronic ambience that in the album's final moments take Vastum's depraved cacophony by the hand, guiding it gently down into a yawning chasm of sensuous malevolence. It's their best stuff yet.