Behold. Evidence of a vile collusion between Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania’s doom-death eidolons, Taphos Nomos, and Akureyri, Iceland’s most malign murkslingers, Urðun. Eight tracks of brain-liquefying horror, with Taphos Nomos offering up three brand new songs of vulgar schadenfreude praising humanity’s ever-nearing extinction, and Urðun anteing up with four new tracks of their own warped minds’ devising, plus an Autopsy cover. Deemed R.I.P. (Rarely Investigated Phenomena by Taphos Nomos & Rigorously Intensified Putrefaction by Urðun), this split proves that even over a quarter of a century later, death metal—at least in the gorey hands of these two young bands—is as putrid, harmful, and dead-alive as ever.