Belgian enigmatic funeral doom entity Until Death Overtakes Me will release its new album, Diagenesis, on 6 December via Aesthetic Death. The band has also shared the album's first track, "End's Lure".

White light died aeons away from home. Reality is fundamentally altered. Mutilated, it lurches on as if blind to what has gone missing, to what will never return.

Until Death Overtakes Me (UDOM for short), active since 1999, resides somewhere in the more murky reaches of the doom genre. Often called ambient funeral doom, Until Death Overtakes Me's sound is always undergoing subtle changes and delivers introspective musical journeys to and through the darker and more tortured places of the human mind. Since its inception, the band has released 18 albums. The majority of these were self-released, targeting primarily digital-only platforms.

Diagenesis is a culmination of inner torments which, having grown over the years, finally, find a release through four lengthy tracks. Starting with a dream through which the dead communicate for the very last time and from which the realisation is born that the act of remembering/preserving lies wholly with the living. Realising the burden is subject to one's own slow decay, guilt so powerful it seems only death can solve it, sets in. Yet that same death will not be avoided, and until then, we may dream. Diagenesis ends with a tribute to the dead of whom memories are fading, which ends up speaking more of their own despair, eventually faltering as it realises it will never reach those who can no longer hear.

Diagenesis. The final act of the dead. To become one with the surroundings whence they came, to become indistinguishable from the rest of reality, and effectively, to vanish as if they'd never existed. To leave the living despairing with the knowledge that no matter how deep they dig, in earth and mind, the dead shall never be found again. Bereavement ravages the mind, and time promises to blunt its strength. A pale wasteland may recover one day, but the guilt that comes with fading memories takes root instead.

And here, time only strengthens it. As clear images become abstract dreams, guilt bears down with its growing, crippling mass. The only ones to understand, who could ever forgive, have already gone ahead, and those same ones are fading out of view. And when they're truly gone, only death may forgive. Link