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“...this EP is far and away superior to the average black metal release, especially these days... No hypnotic ambience or pagan atmosphere… no, Unquintessence aims to destroy you... Definitely worth a listen!” [- Encyclopaedia Metallum]

“If I was asked what band in Canada right now exuded the most evil, [I would] point people in the direction of the uncouth, unforgiving black metal outfit Unquintessence... The atmosphere of Unquintessence is brutally forceful and either you go along and take the vicious jabs the music lets out or you turn it off. There is no safe route to take on this album.” [- A. Bromley, 8.5/10, Unrestrained – Issue 20]

“...The thing I like the most about this CD is beyond a shadow of a doubt the vocals. They're completely out of this world... they're a relentless savage attack. Of course, the music matches perfectly... Each track on the disc is violent and ugly, and played with an extreme savagery... UNQUINTESSENCE definitely deserves the EXTREME BLACK METAL tag.” [- The Metal Observer, 8.5/10]

“Be prepared for a violent carnage! Montreal's most brutal black metal unity has been born. Ruined, containing 5 tracks for a 26 minute of pure sickness, is the perfect album for all the extreme music fans... Unquintessence, a name to remember. 26 minutes isn't enough....we want more!” [- The Darkest Hours, 90%]

“And Marduk thought they were the most violent black metal band around? Pfff... This is pure fuck! Unquintessence IS what the word 'frenzy' does mean. Vox is outraged, haunting, with studio tricks sending him from right to left ear, slaughtering the soul as an anti-human propaganda, mankind cancer & plague bearer. These riffs reflect the breath animating a bunch of cursed, on the edge of nerves, modern and actual vermin praying their marginality as a spoken common philosophy. Drums are overblasting, sending most of extreme Death Metal drummers (even Cryptopsy's Flo Mounier according to me) six feet under with technical mastering. Mini CD but fully worth your money.” [- Benedictine Anthropphagi, 5/5]

Unquintessence are the latest band from Québec poised to blow a few extreme, speed-addled minds with their hyper-assault of grinding, manic Black Metal... [The MCD is] just a cold, unnerving and aggravating headache (again, good things) of a release. [- Greg Pratt, EXCLAIM!]

“For being their first CD, and an EP at that, Unquintessence are surprisingly mature... The entire thing has a post-apocalyptic mechanized sound aided by the trebly guitars, metronomic drumming and insane, inhuman vocals... But the real talent lies in Unquintessence's ability to play this style while intermixing with more coherent, slower parts... It is this dual nature that make Unquintessence truly groundbreaking... This is quite an impressive start and it is clear that they've set the benchmark quite high...” [- Into-Obscurity]

“The overall feeling of the album is one of chaos of destruction, quite appropriate considering the liner notes that call for "mass execution and genocide of all faceless hypocrites". You get the idea.” [- Metal Crypt, 4/5]

“The band’s debut 5 song EP is pure hatefully black metal, no more, no less... The band are not concerned with image like Dimmu and Cradle there are no weepy gothic overtones, female vocals, violins, keyboards, nor are there pagan sacrifices in the forest tones either. They are just straight for the jugular early 90’s style black metal. Raw uncompromising, blast beats, frantic and all over the place. Definitely the band has captured a traditional sound elegant in its simplicity... Pretty grim and primeval.” [- Metal-Rules]

“These black metal misanthropes are from Quebec and are highly pissed off. At least that's the impression I get when being aurally assailed by this 5 song CD... An absence of commercially accepted black metal elements will undoubtedly push these guys high in the underground and keep the trendites at bay... I really pick up an angry vibe from this piece of art and like it.” [- Tartarean Desire, 8/10]


released July 2, 2002

Nargaeh'nroth (aka; G. McCaughry) - Vocals, Lyrics & Visual.
Vykthor (aka; Victor Daigle) - Bass
Arkhaan - Guitars
Scythrawl (aka; Maxime Ducharme) - Drums



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UNQUINTESSENCE was created in summer 1999 as a direct and merciless manifestation of the member's profound disgust toward Humanity. In 2002, "RUINED" (their 1st MCD) was unleashed upon the Masses... and lo! at the devastation. Unfortunately the band split-up for good in 2003 and the "physical" MCD was sold-out since... (related recent bands; Vatican, Blight, Dopethrone, Nefastus Dies, Ether, LIM) ... more

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Track Name: An Epitaph for the Lightbearer
Ravens of Obscure glimmer, haunting his soul relentlessly
Constantly swirling above his decomposed carcass,
As they scream and stridently laugh at the fallen knight
Once nemesis to all…

For he is choking in his own body fluids
Cruelly harassed by his dread condition

Fearless soldier once enslaved by his sword, seeking unfounded revenge
Slaying kings by thousand, pledging his loyalty to none
Even to Gods he swore that his hatred against Humanity would be eternal
Condemned to be a bloodthirsty beast of war

Like a rampaging demon, he fought many battles, undefeated
And he mocked Death’s inevitable clutch

I am dead,
Decaying alone on the battlefield,
Being nothing more now than a disgusting feast for the vermins

Why am I still conscious?
Unable to move nor see anymore, yet sensing an horrid presence
Staring at my remains, a cold smile engraved in its reflection
Yes, I am forced to admit that I’m tormented,
Torn apart in fact by my bitter burden of Un-death
Hanging still between two worlds endlessly

Intense, is the shattering;
For my agony is getting more acrid and I’m chased without mercy
By uprising insanity

Am I denizen?
Why can’t I perceive deadlight’s benevolence
Trough the enlighten mirror of Chaos?

For it is I, who’s crumbling in silent standstillness
Track Name: Whispers of Funeral Omen
Of a sixth sense, I am graced
The everlasting shrieks of tortured souls, I hear
Chained in my mind, whispers of funeral omen
I’ve dreamt about fields of cadavers, about murder & mayhem
I’ve seen endless horizons of black desolation
All too real, the smell of decrepitude, the taste of silence

Withdrawn far away from the silvered surface
Beneath the Earth’s warmth, away from the celestial vault
Lost in an Abyss-like shadowrealm, hungry & cold
Struggling to breath within this poisonous void
Where Dawn has long ago been slaughtered by his own sons

Surrounded by primitive lifeforms
That once wandered the Land like me
I am trapped in an unknown dimension
Hurling my despair & cursing my anguish,
My ravenous desire to escape those nightmarish truths
Plunged in a whirlwind of mourning, frozen by a disrupted terror
So futile!

High above me, I see this carnal envelop… figuring
Which is suppose to shelter my soul, though it is empty
Nobody seem to have notice the lifeless void in my eyes

Of an unbearable talent, I am the victim
Lurking at the threshold of a distorted primeval era
Numb and disoriented
Awfully entangled by an absolute reason: Denial!
Oh it hurts…

Vomiting an inaudible shriek
An horrid chant of impure disharmony
For I am reaped by the discord of countless martyred spectres
Cruelly cast away & exiled in this stinking Purgatory
Where all those years
I’ve been desperately crying my destructive return

Undesired birth without any glorifying warmth
My coming bursting the womb of Creation
And my cries… echoing the absence of choirs and kindness
Track Name: Struggling in the Profound Well of Unquintessence
A putrid stench emanate from my livid soul
The weakness of my flesh is unable to contain
The loathing daemon trapped inside this feeble body
Feared shade amongst mortals being,
Invisible, yet they resent my unwelcomed and disturbing presence

For I have been despised by the mundane cycle existence & afterlife
Condemned by divine laws, regurgitated by Death,
For even his scythe won’t bring my demise and won’t put an end to the suffering

A stained Ether, throughout time, gave birth to a grotesque roaming debris
I’ve fell deep down the well of never-ending repugnance
Lowest of lifeforms, nourished & raised in violent hatred,
Channelling all that which is evil in men

My reflection cursed by disgust
Rejected human love & appreciation

And forever now, I am drowning in the troubled waters of impurity
Plaguing earthly virtues has a parasite
Seeking retribution trough violent acts of debauchery
But I am lost between different trails of evolution,
I have transcended to became an outsider to this known plane of reality

Caught in a Maelstrom of lethargic ascendancy
Where Time has no effects, for its reign, thought great, is also limited

Has I was lured away from the crystallising light
I slowly became a wandering silhouette, melting in this hellish furnace
Truthfulness murdering my crippled soul to nothingness eternal

I’ve walked this landscape, more than once…
(Holding back my inquisiting wrath)
Mourning my incestuous legacy, my generous birthright
To be racked down to frightful facts & torn apart
To finally end up crucified asunder by my crystal clear perception

My hatred, the loathe rightfully justified toward the like of thee
For you are the source of all my inspiration…

I’ve pierced the shell of my soul, truth revealed that I’m still
Strangled by this fatally wretched destiny
For if I scream, no one will hear me!
Track Name: Finally Ascend in the Darkest of Paths
From my passage, I will leave a malignant seed in ye
Piercing & raping your blind beliefs of happiness

By damnation, I have fell…
And I am now deprived of the flickering light of hope nurturing kind spirits
Shielded against all the backstabbing emotions
No longer a slave to bestial instincts, so poorly human, of procreation… of true love
To false ideologies & concepts of appealing, I wage an everyday war!
For I am besieged & adorned by an horrid splendour

This frail essence inside of me, still pure, is slowly leaking
For every time I sense living flesh drawing near,
Every time I witness they’re lamb-like ignorance,
My blood turn winter cold, darken and run thick

I behold, a withering surrounding of a dusty grey
In those country sides, the wind is whistling the sound of sinister violins
What a disturbing prelude to the fate less journey that I’m about…
To undertake

I have taken the darkest of paths, forbidden even to gods
Duelling with the Reaper, guardian of the gates,
To finally cross the entrance…
I’ve slaughtered Death!

We destroy, what you are bound to create
Our revenge is generated by scriptures & sound
In order to survive we decay, spreading forth our pestilence
So called; soul-crafted Art

Then I awake, and I was numbed by desecration
A naked landscape so pure has opposed, to everything I’ve ever seen
Unveiled before my eyes with such nonsense
Imploding by intense pain in scorching emptiness
I am permeated by such rabid revelations,
For they’ve showed me unseen fatalities feared by the weaklings

Yet… I am so serene in this blooming era of uncreation
Has I search for answers and then foresaw absolution
It was inverted like a dreadful contorted reality, untouched by ages
And still in a primal state…

Now soaked and infused by higher strive to achieved Wisdom
I am reborn to obliterate filth,
To erase this failed experiment classified under; humanity
(As if this mistake had never been made)

The mighty Atlas crumbled, under the weight of my judgement
My forlorn kindred, sentence to global, international extinction
And if this was only a prelude…
Track Name: Toward Scions of Improvement
The initial sin, the one on which you can supposedly rely
Yet at some point it was obvious (having a dagger rusting on my back,
Clawing its way trough my organs) that I was stabbed
By corrupt thoughts I once trusted; diverse and many

Betrayed by all, except by Truth; absolute and controlled
Until I desperately reach maturity in something more vast
(and let us say more… drastic)
Of words and its consequences,
Resulting in my current condition:
My concluding catharsis negates all that includes tolerance
(for too long have I bear the heavy burden of experience)
There is no rest for the Defiant, ever…

Circling around, tired, I drift silently in symbiotic duality with my surrounding
Cursed by the harsh duty of concealment

Hush, won’t you listen…
To utter silence once and for all, for it is the most complex of music
It hold the melodies of your thoughts intertwined deep into your mind
Waiting to display their immense power
It simply holds the future to be projected, dreadful… limitless

I am splendid in my Nihilism
Exsanguis toward your Iconoclast,
Yet the shadow ever-lurking behind you…
And still I remain taller!

I am Stagnation (in its every forms), yet I march proud and lucid
…Toward scions of improvement
And don’t you dare disturb my trance, for you’d wake the Forsaken

To ye, I am opposed polarity (an abstraction skilfully painted by Chaos)
A raging Behemoth cast in exodus from your homeworld Vault of Radiance
(After several years of rampage & destruction)