Strictly limited dark green vinyl in Gatefold. A new chapter in the Book of the Dead. Day and night change, currents come and go, names become sounds and smoke: all this is without significance in sandy graves, in catacombs swallowed up by darkness. Niles are monolithic and eternal like the pyramids, which are often sought after by them as a backdrop, and as such they bear witness to an obstinacy that is rarely found today. The Americans have long since played in their own league, and as a result, they are accountable only to themselves: their criticism has been bogged down for years. How could one shake the sap of a Karl Sander? Or push George Kollias, the human octopus, from his throne? Worse, even darker than usual, "What Should Not Be Unearthed" has become - penetrating, impenetrable, sublime and always with a leg in undisguised madness. A fever room, torn from the catacombs: and, quite plainly, immaculate, breathtaking Death Metal.