Old school death metal that exists in the realities of 20’s. Brutal outrage in a technologically adjusted sound. Terrifying, painful and heavy. The riffs of 'Phantasms of the Bedlamite' are like python coils tightening around the neck in the inevitable approach of the ringing crunch of the vertebrae. Headbanging in patches of snakeskin, dancing on bones, uncompromising and familiarity with Death itself - this is the sound of Chamber of Torture. The Pale Crone, probably, herself is afraid of this outrageous genre orchestra that is playing in the name of Death. Chamber of Torture is Retro Death Metal. Such as it was bequeathed by the forefathers.