The execrable human mob who bears the name of the Crawling Chaos took form in a late-2003 night, after a despicable ritual that ended pretty badly. The four lads lost their brains while playing canasta with a guy with a huge, lone tentacle instead of his head. Since that day their bodies, led by some phantasmagoric - and certainly unspeakable – cosmic power, began to play something which could be considered similar to what is commonly defined as Death Metal, but with a decidedly insane attitude. Yet not knowing much of their fate, they tried to identify the newborn creature through a sample of the most snappy and flasy monickers they could lucubrate on - nothing less than Punitio Divinae, Rattenkrieg, Caprinuss or Apocalyptic Visions… About a year later, the band lost one of its limbs, the bass.player, who had came across his brain again while it was hitchhicking on the local highway and then had happily quit the crew. Thus the three survivors locked themselves down in a cellar for another year or so, breeding sonic plagues and trying to corrupt some poor wretch drafting him as substitute. Their attention was finally caught by the perfect prey: a lobotomized guy. Then, in order to keep the newcomer under inescapable control, the three sadists extirpated what was left of his brain, using the exceeding cerebral materia to soundproof the bass drum. The creature was a whole once again, and it continued its journey down into the depths of music’s lungs. Meanwhile, a dangerous schizophrenia spread within the band, bringing the musicians to enrich their senseless musical procella with a strong dose of Grind - the last sparkle of sanity was finally gone. Later, they fixed their monicker and found someone just as fool as to give them a stage, and they got their first occasion to hypnotyze and subjugate a mass of worshipping people. Presently, these grotesque fellows are deep into the distribution of a diabolical device to spread the Word - their Word: a demotape… I know many of you may think of me as a fool, but down in that cellar I have seen and heard things that can annihilate my psycho-balance, and many others will meet pure madness in all of this after me… No… I can’t manage... the window… where’s the goddamn’ window?!