Over two decades of toil have passed, the aeon of the end was declared, the parasitic wisdom gained, and the formula of undoing achieved. Mitochondrian awoke from a deep, dreamless slumber, and after eleven agonizing years, pried loose from the Cronian clutches to integrate the suffering once again. This singular death metal entity has prepared in cloistered meditation to ascend the peak and proselytize the harrowing word once more.

Mitochondrian's new album Vitriseptome, released almost fourteen years since the band's last full-length Parasignosis, is an axe head the size of the known universe brought down with frightening force to sever the neck of all creation. Forged and fermented with the blood, sweat, and bile over a decade from conception to completion: this great work nearly took the life of all involved, leaving all to question the true meaning of death-enantiodromian obeisance to the Abraxan force under Saturn's guise.

This double album is overloaded and unbearable: pour in what little life you have remaining to be pulverized, conflagrated, calcified, fermented, and purified.

Vitriseptome is eleven alchemical death metal works, split over seventeen tracks, to form a trilogy of three parts, in two phases, which elapses nearly ninety minutes in length.