Four songs in the subliminal key of Lucifer. Drink deeply this potion. Follow incandesce and levitate. The tendrils of your existence spiral away into indecipherable tenebrosity. There is only the buzz inside your skull now. There is only the riff. The power of the chord. What at first appears as catchy, fuzzed-out doomgaze reveals itself over a series of repeated listens to be truly sinister and subversive: the alluring voice of a suicide cult leader. A man who sings the people’s blues, but for damnation’s sake. Call it Witch’s Oath, Mindkult’s first opus.