Halo Of Flies Records: "like huffing butane and Thou raping Gorgoroth.
damaged."

Crucial Blast Records: "Super heavy blackened sludge from Knoxville, Tennessee with some wild
noise fuckery that elevates this above the rest of the extreme doom
rabble. This 26+ minute disc has just one long untitled song from this
young band, and Argentinum Astrum display an enthusiasm for messing
around with expectations of what doom metal is supposed to sound like,
which ultimately turns this debut into something more than just doom
metal. The track starts off with a cloud of black, buzzing feedback,
then lurches into a slow, Khanate-like riff, but instead of moving
forward with the riff, the music gets all warped and chewed up and
dropping out completely, like you're listening to the band on a
cassette and the tape is being eaten by the tape deck, the slurred
sludgey guitars become a mangled blurt of analogue squelch, starting
and stopping, winding down into silence and then revving back up again,
until the riff finally disappears completely and is replaced by a
single strummed guitar and spacious, laid back drum beat surrounded by
tendrils of feedback and amp buzz. It gets heavy again soon enough,
building back into a crushing minimalist riff chugging in slow motion,
weird pterodactyl shrieks soaring over the desolate doomscape, and
those vocals sound totally fucked, wrecked and wretched. They remind of
how messed up and shrill the singer from Fleurety sounded on their
demos.
The track moves onward, shifting between lumbering,
monotonous sludge and slightly faster riffs that have a vague southern
feel, then into brief blasts of epic, damaged black metal where the
drums seem to float in and out of focus, or simply disappear together
for a second. From there it's back to the slow sludge, a different riff
this time, then the drums exit the scene again and we're left with
nothing but guitars, black and roiling as ultra slow motion riffs
unfurl over a caustic ocean of low-end grind, super abstract and
droning, with those weird fucked-up reptile screams rising up out of
the background. This monolithic metallic dronescape is spread out for
more than ten minutes, then drums gradually re-enter the picture and
once again the band shifts gears, lurching this time into a drunken
bluesy sludge jam a la Weedeater or Eyehategod that closes the track
out. These guys have an eclectic style that sounds like a couple of
different bands stuck together with the unifying factor being the
insane echo-chamber shrieking, a blackened sludgemutant built from
scraps of Black Boned Angel, Fleurety, and Eyehategod, bashing out
their primitive, noise-damaged sludge on busted amplifiers and broken
guitars, electronic noise detritus dripping from their instruments,
swampy low-frequency buzz infesting their blasted boogie."

Invisible Oranges Blog (Jess Blumensheid): "Argentinum Astrum sound like a bad hangover. They deliver headaches, blurred vision, and nausea in one untitled 26-minute track. This five-piece could astound black metal, doom, and noise artists alike by their originality. Argentinum Astrum push boundaries past mundane song structures. It's surprising how much variation they can fit in one track. Their best exists within the first five minutes. Feet march drunkenly. Feedback lingers before chords strike and drums crash. Before the riffs resume, feet stumble in a wave of warped oscillation. This riff-noise combination deceives four times, each one sounding as if the track will die. The band then muscles past these obstacles and continues with low-tuned, funeral doom. Meanwhile, Andrew Morrill's shrieking scream sounds like it could devour a small child.Their vigor doesn't stop there. From noise to doom, Argentinum Astrum conquer black metal after nine minutes. The chill is synonymous with the cover's white-on-black typography. Although the jewel case and one-page insert are boringly old-school, Argentinum Astrum make quality material. This release feeds curiosity about how they perform live, as they are touring the U.S. this summer. Argentinum Astrum are the best new thing out of Knoxville, TN."

The Worried Well Blog: "One 26 minute slab of sound that plays out like mixtape featuring Khanate, Asunder, Gorgoroth, Sunn O))) & maybe even the odd stolen Sleep riff, progressing more or less in that order and coming across with help from production like Tennessee bourbon aged in barrels made of Norwegian wood. Good form, good breeding, good stuff."