Pathetic Scum is the forthcoming new full-length offering from the Sierra Mountains’ own blackened death legion, VALDUR. Captured entirely at the band’s clandestine Bloody Mountain Bunker, mixed by drummer Matthew and mastered by Dan at Morbid Mastering, VALDUR offers up seven punishing odes of audio abhorrence as only VALDUR can conjure. A true testament of a diseased society gone sour, Pathetic Scum picks up where the repugnant sounds of 2013’s critically-adored At War With left off. Featuring the addition of new guitarist, Vuke, the record seethes with a blizzardy onslaught of warring riffs, bestial blasts, wrath-fueled vocal offensives and an overwhelming atmosphere of pandemonium, trepidation and all-encompassing ruthlessness. 

The record was recently listed at #5 on OC Weekly’s Ten Best Metal Albums Of Summer 2015 with the publication noting, “VALDUR produces a sonic wall of sheer terror on tracks such as ‘Tank Torture.’ The vocal performance… evokes those scenes in horror movies where a possessed protagonist is swarmed by all of the voices in their head simultaneously. Drummer Matthew invokes a sense of fear with nonstop pounding and caustic cymbal crashes on tracks such as ‘Blessings Of The Goat.’ The album art is a stark world of blacks and greys, but the venom spewed forth by the band musically and lyrically is one hundred percent black,” while No Clean Singing concurs, “The rhythm section are a couple of merciless bone-grinders, and the cavernous vocals are the utterances of a lurching horror. And the needling riffs are not only pestilential, they’re also catchy.” Adds The Midlands Rocks, “Pestilent, putrescent and pummeling, beauty takes on a different meaning on this album. Tempos are dragged, forced, fucked; riffs are ripped, ravaged, rabid; and vocals are vehement, vile and venomous (and alliteration is milked for all it’s worth). These tracks are not crafted. They’re bashed in and out of shape until they bleed the wrong color. Ruthless, uncompromising, and vile beyond compare, VALDUR are the embodiment of exquisite malice. Bastards. And oh me, oh my, oh malignant mother of misery, they’ve been making music since 2003. That means there’s more of this shit to feast upon.”

As a precursor to its official unveiling next week, today No Clean Singing is offering up third cut, “Blessings Of The Goat,” for communal consumption further enthusing, “The drums roll like an avalanche, the riffs vibrate with poisonous radioactivity, the roaring/howling vocals exude an aura of ravenous hunger and fury. But as overpoweringly ominous as the song’s atmosphere is, it also strikes with the impact and energy of a lightning bolt (or a hundred of them), and its doom-shrouded central melody is capable of saturating the mind and staying there. If the four horsemen of the apocalypse need a soundtrack as they ride us into the dust, they don’t have to look further than ‘Blessings Of The Goat.'”