| Very last copies of the original pressing found! Limited pressing on 3 different vinyl colors:
-BROWN VINYL (100 copies pressed)
-SILVER VINYL (200 copies pressed)
-BLACK VINYL
All-new studio recordings of black noise, Hornbook Seytan showcases Paul Ledney's unmistakable signature: pounding on wooden coffins, eruptive low-end rumblings, and vocals that spew with raw, guttural intensity. Clocking in at over 30 minutes, this release presents a more diverse and stripped-down primitive counterpart to the earlier Tungkat Blood Wand mini-LP. Unapologetically abrasive and deliberately discomforting, it's a challenging listen designed to repel the faint-hearted. The track "Man and Jinn" is also included on the Hornbook Seytan 10" MLP as a bonus parallel groove, giving vinyl enthusiasts a chance to revisit this long out-of-print recording in its analog glory.
With Hornbook Seytan, Paul Ledney once again burrows deep into the unexplored cavities of black noise, delivering an uncompromising statement that feels less like music and more like ritual invocation. Those familiar with Tungkat Blood Wand will recognize the architecture, but here it is rendered even more stripped-down, more fractured, and even more alien. Across its 30+ minutes, Ledney invites the listener into a realm of disorienting texture, primitive percussion, and guttural vocal emissions that feel less sung than expelled.
The title track opens in a swirl of caustic frequencies and decaying rhythms, a jarring sonic current that seems to drag the listener backward through a collapsing void. Every element-whether it's the distant, distorted thuds or the spectral groans-feels deliberately unnatural. "Seytan," by contrast, is more subdued but no less disturbing. It moves like smoke through a charred cathedral, barely tethered to structure, with only the faintest glimmers of melody buried under a dense fog of sound.
What sets Hornbook Seytan apart is its refusal to conform-not just to genre, but to musical convention. This is anti-music with a purpose. Beneath its harsh surface lies a profound atmosphere, one that speaks to ruin, isolation, and the ancient art of sonic desecration. Whether perceived as a deconstructed hymn or an abstract blackened séance, this release is not meant to be liked-it is meant to be endured, absorbed, and, perhaps for the chosen few, revered.
Not for casual ears, Hornbook Seytan is a necessary plunge for those drawn to the extreme limits of black metal's experimental edge. It's ugly. It's chaotic. And in its own twisted way, it's sublime.
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