Out NOW
Via Hammerheart Records
Words by: Courtney Stark
From the depths of Melbourne, the doom-laden quintet emerge to join the hordes marking Friday the 13th of 202666, unveiling their third full-length offering, My Body to the Worms. It’s a title that leaves little to the imagination and even less to comfort. There’s no pretense here whatsoever; what unfolds is a descent into rot and ruin, steeped in the imagery of mortality and the inevitability of decay.
It unfolds as a seven-track requiem, with tracks Clandestine Unholy Rites and At the Threshold of Eternity acting as brief, deceptive reprieves — fleeting moments to draw breath before the weight closes back in and drags the listener deeper. The album shifts into a more blackened edge with An Angel’s Grace, where that creeping atmosphere sharpens into something colder and more piercing, pushing beyond the suffocating crawl into a harsher, more desolate expanse. The final sixty seconds of Departed circle back to that blackened edge introduced earlier, re-emerging with a cold, biting intensity that cuts through the lingering weight and leaves the album closing and chilling on a note.
Having carved their path through the underground with a foundation rooted firmly in crushing doom, Mammon’s Throne has never strayed far from the weight and finality that define their sound. Yet with My Body to the Worms, there’s a noticeable shift as a more blackened edge seeps into the cracks. What was once purely suffocating now feels colder, more desolate, with that added layer of atmosphere sharpening the band’s identity rather than diluting it, pushing their sound further into shadow while retaining the oppressive weight that brought them here.
As their third full-length, My Body to the Worms carries a quiet sense of intent — a number long tied to ritual, to completion, to something coming full circle. Fittingly, it’s within its third movement that the album seems to fully reveal itself, where doom, sludge, stoner and blackened edges converge into something wholly their own. It’s not just another step forward, but a point of arrival — the sound of a band settling into the grave they’ve been digging since the beginning.
