From the abyss of the filthy Silesian Streets emerges the Nasty Beast, just like in St. John's Apocalypse. Three sixes branded at the top of his head, and the prophecy predicts eternal tribulation and condemnation to those who betrayed and wear shackles. Seven chaplets and 11 horns encrust his neck, and his hand holds the key to the world unblemished by the lie. The sign of Hell worships the beast in black and his servant...SEXMAG! Drawing their moniker from Polands legendary Kat, SEXMAG arrive from the darkest past with a seven-track expurse of sodomy bearing the call-to-arms title of Sex Metal. Across the five primary curses and bookending intro and outro, the mysterious entity create a caustic and careening sound drawing equal strength from 80s proto-black metal and the vilest thrash. Names invoked include earliest Destruction, Sepultura, Venom, Tormentor, Sarcfago, Masters Hammer, and Violent Force, but with a fear-for-their-safety identity all their own. Or, put another way, think of the most garaged old New Renaissance release left rotting in the sun and covered in black-candle wax.That is Sex Metal!