The epitome of a paradox, IMPERIAL TRIUMPHANT combines an obsession with musical progression with a philosophical fixation on destruction, decay, and the crumbling of the spiritual, mental, and physical fabric that binds humanity. Dissecting the lifeless corpse of post-industrial New York City and using a canvas of black metal, jazz fusion, death metal, doom, and various other soundscapes to paint a bleak portrait of a post-modern world left to rot, IMPERIAL TRIUMPHANT serves not as a voice in and of itself, but as many legions of tortured, aching screeches possessing a single entity with no goal in mind other than the mutilation of the benevolent host. Disregarding conventional references in extremity and replacing them with the mechanisms for cultivating a truly unnerving and abysmal atmosphere, this is not so much a metal album as it is an exercise in the deconstruction of the psyche. There is no preparing yourself. There is no hope. There is no beginning. There is only the eternal ending. As Imperial Triumphant we are Metal band, but by trade, practice, and proclivity, we are musicians that exist within the worlds of Jazz, Classical, and Avant Garde, as well as a myriad of other styles of music
