There is something in the water or the ground in the West of Flanders, Belgium - and it is unholy. How else can you explain the onslaught of incredibly heavy grimy bands, crying out from the middle of a lonely field? Alkerdeel's black doom is peppered with a wicked sense of sardonic humour, but that doesn't mean their a laughing matter. In fact, bring a fresh pair of underpants - for it will truly be soiled once they're done with their on-stage slaught of the senses.