Lylantz guarantees you will not walk away from “Your God Is My Devil” feeling entirely okay. His self-produced tenth full-length album is an active, confrontational dive into the darkest corners of the human psyche. As the architect of a wildly fluid sound he dubs “Post-Modern Gothic,” Lylantz crafts visceral art for his self-described “Black Swans” the outsiders, the iconoclasts, the perpetually misunderstood. “Ante Meridiem” kicks open the door with suffocating force, dragging an oppressive dark ambient sludge into an explosive wall of frantic black metal. It rattles the teeth. From there, the descent into his esoteric shadow work becomes remarkably turbulent. […]
Dancing With Internal Demons on Lylantz’s "Your God Is My Devil" Lylantz guarantees you will not walk away from "Your God Is My Devil" feeling entirely okay. His self-produced tenth full-length album is an active, confrontational dive into the darkest corners of the human psyche. As the architect of a wildly fluid sound he dubs "Post-Modern Gothic," Lylantz crafts visceral art for his self-described "Black Swans" the outsiders, the iconoclasts, the perpetually misunderstood. https://open.spotify.com/album/4OyTHP0j5kqLgzkrH3Z0lN "Ante Meridiem" kicks open the door with suffocating force, dragging an oppressive dark ambient sludge into an explosive wall of frantic black metal. It rattles the teeth. From there, the descent into his esoteric shadow work becomes remarkably turbulent. "Living Coffin" offers an absolute post-hardcore panic attack, anchored by wailing distortion that somehow captures the exact shape of profound emotional numbness and restless mental anguish. [caption id="attachment_66452" align="alignnone" width="1000"] Dancing With Internal Demons on Lylantz’s "Your God Is My Devil"[/caption] The beauty of the record lies in how unpredictable the delivery mechanism for this trauma becomes. On "Basilisk," Lylantz morphs into an underground trap-metal antagonist, spitting anti-religious occult themes over abrasive frequencies and a rapid-fire rhythm. He shifts again on the defiant alternative trap of "So Precious," breaking free from toxic emotional dependencies with a brooding, heavy bounce. The mood softens abruptly on "Blood Tied." His wife, Cassandra Fowler, appears on this hazy, cloud-rap detour, dropping listeners into a sudden pit of melancholic nostalgia built upon heavy, rumbling bass. That quiet sorrow is immediately shattered by "Devil's Cry," a claustrophobic horrorcore plunge into terrifying mental warfare driven by menacing, eerie loops. [caption id="attachment_66451" align="alignnone" width="1000"] Dancing With Internal Demons on Lylantz’s "Your God Is My Devil"[/caption] Occasionally, Lylantz weaponizes this darkness. "El Amo (Murcielago)" oozes cold, untouchable dominance over a gritty Latin trap pulse, while "Feral" dives deep into industrial midtempo bass to chronicle an animalistic, wildly dangerous romance. He even steers into hard rock for "Bachelor's Grove," channeling supernatural dread and heavy, chugging riffs inspired by haunting graveyard folklore. By replacing literal monsters with creeping psychological shadows, Lylantz explores profound moral hypocrisy and existential panic. The unrelenting self-hatred detailed in the screamo finale, "Where Angels Love Demons," offers no easy answers or uplifting resolutions only rigid, dissonant chords slowly collapsing into a bleak, lingering emptiness. https://youtu.be/URqSdYeDChU?si=hfjvGVB9oLGUHyKi When the final distorted echo cuts out, the quiet is deafening. We spend enormous amounts of energy desperately trying to outrun our personal hellscapes, but what if giving our internal devils a heavy, chaotic rhythm is the only way to survive them? Follow on Instagram.













