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2025-08-29

Imperishable – Revelation in Purity Review

By Tyme

As I prepare to flip the calendar over to what looks like a pretty stacked September,1 I took a moment to reflect on my Angry Metal August. Forays into the sump pit this month yielded several better-than-good releases that I was lucky enough to snag and pen words for. My final entry for this last month of summer2 comes by way of South Carolina’s Imperishable. Formed in 2020 as a side gig by Nile’s Brian Kingsland and Olkoth’s Alex Rush, Imperishable didn’t become a three-piece until 2023, when drum aficionado Derek Roddy (ex-Hate Eternal, ex-Malevolent Creation) entered the fold. Imperishable’s 2024 EP, originally titled Demo’s, caught the ear of Everlasting Spew Records, who signed on to release the band’s debut album, Revelation in Purity. With no question as to the metal cachet of its constituency, the only thing left for me to do was determine if Imperishable’s first outing would signal the end of my August hot streak.

With a blackened death metal heart, Revelation in Purity pierces several veils, tossing traces of groove, doom, and ’90s grunge into the mix. Within moments, album opener “Oath of Disgust” evokes strong Emperor vibes, its eddying riffs and clean, choral-like vocal section landing somewhere between the mighty Anthems3 and IX Equilibrium. These blackened moments are a red thread running throughout Imperishable’s death metal tapestry, expertly woven into a single style, rather than a collection of either-or compositions. As much as Olkoth and newer Nile (“Where Dead Omens Croon”) nestle in the nooks of Imperishable’s sound, there’s some Morbid Angel crouched in the crannies as well (“The Enduring Light of Irreverance”). Kingsland’s grasp of tension and melody, especially evident in his excellent solo work, provides a guitar tour de force of towering tremolos, whirlwind riffs, and bright, splashy chord harmonies (“Revelation in Purity,” “Spewing Retribution”). His vocals, whether gutturally growled, blackly screamed, or cleanly harmonized, are also impressively discernible as Rush’s sinister bass lines, crisp as Cliff Burton’s and full of malice, hold sway over Revelation in Purity’s nether realm alongside Reddy’s devastating drum work—a maelstrom of stormy snares, deadly double-kicks, and fancy fills.

Revelation in Purity navigates many twists, turns, and serpentine paths without getting lost, Imperishable’s songwriting filling the role of expert trail guide. As deftly merged as their black and death metal elements are, it’s the seamless incorporation of those disparate offshoots that helps Revelation in Purity stand out. On the heels of tremolodic leads and some chaotic verse accompaniment, “Exclusion Continuum” hits a nice little groove at the two-minute mark that continues as it slows to a very satisfying, chuggy crawl before re-igniting with one of Kingsland’s sustained yawps. And it’s the doomy atmospheres of “Iniquity,” with its “Where the Slime Live” feel, that, along with follow-up track “Where Dead Omens Croon,” incorporate vocal harmonies straight out of Alice in Chains’ Staley/Cantrell playbook of old, making this late round, one-two punch my favorite section on Revelation in Purity.


Imperishable
dispels atmospheric, interludial frivolity by packing Revelation in Purity’s thirty-two-minute runtime with let-our-music-do-the-talking decisions, outperforming any of the recent output from their main gigs. Jamie King’s mix and master, though slightly muted, still allows every single performance to shine in a way that highlights the musical talent of each member, while Ronnie Bjornstrom’s re-amped rhythm guitars lend an organic air to Kingsland’s performance that never detracts from the cohesiveness of the whole. My biggest gripe with Revelation in Purity is that nearly half of the songs have been circulating in some form or fashion since late 2020, when the first raw versions of “Exclusion Continuum” began to appear. A mostly minor, personal disappointment that Imperishable didn’t keep more of their cards a tad closer to the vest.

Imperishable’s all-killer, no-filler approach makes for some impressive blackened death metal, and while Revelation in Purity isn’t doing anything particularly groundbreaking, what it does do is very good. While I was pleasantly surprised by last year’s Nile album and am wholly looking forward to Olkoth’s follow-up, Imperishable is now on Tyme’s list of things to watch for. I’m eager to hear what a batch of fresh new ideas and songs will sound like from this crew, because, as evidenced by Revelation in Purity, Imperishable has a bright future ahead of them.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Record Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: August 29th, 2025

#2025 #35 #AmericanMetal #Aug25 #BlackMetal #DeathMetal #Emperor #EverlastingSpewRecords #Imperishable #MorbidAngel #Nile #Olkoth #RevelationInPurity #Review #Reviews

2025-07-10

Disembodiment – Spiral Crypts Review

By Steel Druhm

It’s been a minute since I got my iron claws stuck into some rancid, cesspool-grade death metal, and I was badly jonesing for some. Along comes Quebec-based filth-death crew Disembodiment with their Spiral Crypts debut, and they put Steel right back in the rot pit! Featuring a former member of Serpent Corpse, these canucks bring the seeping offal to the public toilets with nary an ounce of excrement left unsmeared. Spiral Crypts is disgusting caverncore awfulness for the caveman death setters, and you’ll feel the toxic grime and gunk accumulating in your pores before you get through the first song. It’s every bit the unnatural mating of Incantation with Autopsy and early Tomb Mold, with bits of Cannibal Corpse and Suffocation stuck in the soft serve like corn. But is an unapologetic scuzz-bucket puke product enough to sell a cynical deathhead on what Disembodiment is hawking? Let’s dive in!

The album opens appropriately with the sounds of something wet leaking somewhere sticky as flies buzz and a woman whimpers and screams in abject horror. Soon the band shows us why, as they kick the basement door in and proceed to put the “fist” in fistula on “Morbid Infestation.” It’s chuggy OSDM with enough scab and pus on the sound profile to put off all but the twisted. The tempos skew wildly from doomy, oppressive plods and blasty, thrash explosions that reek of the late 80s/early 90s death landmarks, and at times, little strains of vintage Death surface from the primordial ooze. It’s not reinventing the wheel, but it’s gumming up the rotors with lots of raw sewage. The riffs are spicy and interesting, and the vocals approximate an overworked garbage disposal trying to process an entire Christmas ham. It’s a shitshow, but one you can’t look away from. The band demonstrates a bit more range on “Stygian Overture,” playing with mood and tempo for a more expansive sound, making sure the rubber boot never comes too far off the trachea as they slow things down and showcase impressive riff-sense. What’s most entertaining is the way the band tries to be more “proggy” while the vocalist seems to devolve into something even less human.

My favorite moment comes on “Larval,” where all the maggots come home to roost. This one kicks off with an insanely heavy, utterly brainless chug stomp that will flatten your ass. Those chug grooves are heavy enough to decimate a concrete bunker, and you will feel yourself regress to your most apeish nature as you blast this one. While some tracks hit harder than others, none disappoint or leave you feeling clean and safe spacey. Every tune is infused with swampy but sharp riffing and enough tempo shifts to shake your IQ downward several points. At a very reasonable 30 minutes, Disembodiment know that too much of a rancid thing may lead to cesspool fatigue, so things go down the drain before you retch up any organs you might really need. The production is a master class in muck, crust, sleaze and revoltingness. The guitar tons is nasty as fook, and the bass is booming and oppressive. My only complaint is that there are skips in the master where it sounds like someone cut a few seconds of the song out entirely. It only happens a few times, but it’s weird and disruptive.

Mathieu Breton is credited as the lead voKillizer, and he does a convincing job of sounding like he’s hurling up the biggest, wettest loogey-woogey in the history of mankind. He’s perfectly vile and repellant, and I love everything he does. Guitarist Chris unleashes a vast collection of scathing, scouring riffs and makes Spiral Crypts an exceptionally riffy death metal platter. His style is heavily grounded in the Incantation / Autopsy school but he wanders into the realms of Death and Morbid Angel as well. He has a great handle on atmosphere and mood, and he can craft a creepy doom riff that makes you feel legitimately uneasy. This is a crew that knows how to snake a shitter.

Spiral Crypts is one of the those fucking disgusting OSDM albums you hear and love on the very first salvo, and it offers everything you could want from this unclean, unsanitary style. Disembodiment are now on my radar and I’m eager to hear what they dump on the floor next. Someone wise once said, in a world of shit, be the grossest turd in the bowl, That’s the Disembodiment way. Get your face in this crawlspace and huff deeply.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew
Websites: facebook.com/disembodimentdeath | instagram.com/disembodimentdeath
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

#2025 #35 #Autopsy #CanadianMetal #DeathMetal #Disembodiment #EverlastingSpewRecords #Incantation #Jul25 #Review #SpiralCrypts #TombMold

2025-06-03

Golem of Gore – Ultimo Mondo Cane Review

By Saunders

Metal burnout can be an unfortunate affliction that strikes most metalheads at various stages. The condition works in mysterious ways, and not necessarily in the ways you might expect. For example, my recent rotations have not abandoned metal entirely, but the urges of extremity have been largely repressed, aside from an unhealthy and wonderfully nostalgic Acid Bath binge. What better way to forcefully treat the matter than plunging into the deepest, ugliest depths of the promo sump to retrieve a grimy, rancid underground act set to help pummel me back to my metallic senses. Unheralded Italian act Golem of Gore specialize in rank and indecent goregrind mixed with brutal death mayhem on second full-length, Ultimo Mondo Cane. Taking cues from the likes of early Carcass, Blood Freak, and Regurgitate, Golem of Gore plant their acidic tongues firmly through rotted cheeks. The goresome foursome wield their gnarly, rusted tools of the trade to create some blood and guts spattered shitfun for underground gorehounds to chomp into. Let us see if this form of extreme depravity can remedy the burnout funk.

Firstly, this kind of humorous, over-the-top goregrind needs to be taken with a grain of salt. Incomprehensible gurgling grotesqueries and shattering screams make up portions of the violent vocal onslaught, cutting ugly, puckered paths through blast-heavy percussive assaults, brutal goregrind riffage and punky attitude. Each short, sharp ditty bleeds into another, best absorbed as one wet, sloppy stream of brutality across the album’s fairly meaty 37-minute rundown (at least for their chosen style of carnage). Song titles win points for silly inventiveness, as a sample-laden intro track unsubtly morphs into the no-holds-barred, unforgiving blast of “The Fragrance of Pus-Filled Eyes of the Dead.” The song is an in-your-face blast that largely forgoes hooks for white knuckled extremity. While a suitably crunching beginning, Golem of Gore function most effectively when they mold greasy hooks and d-beaten punky edges to the sewer-dwelling bouts of lowbrow brootality and ludicrous vocal eruptions.

While the songs tend to bleed into one vomitous mass of goregrind mayhem and occasional samples, the wacky ride is littered with some undeniably fun moments. “Withdrawal Crisis – Through the Keyhole of Madness” possesses a mean, nasty grind streak, as glass gargling vox, feral grooves, and frantic riffs rise above the album’s more run-of-the-mill songwriting. Numerous songs revel in their blastastic, relentless brutality and vocal obnoxiousness, unfortunately at the expense of memorable riffs and engaging compositions. When a sick groove, catchy riff, or memorable segment pops up, it reminds the listener of Golem of Gore’s potential as skilled purveyors of utterly nasty goregrind. “Chronic Obstructive Caustic Vomit” leverages its machine gunning blasts and brutal death throes, with vicious hardcore grooves and genuinely catchy riffs. Sadly, the songwriting cannot quite match the ambitions of what feels like a lengthy runtime, which lags on occasion and overstays its welcome.

Imbued with a sloppy, amateurish charm, Ultimo Mondo Cane finds Golem of Gore having an apparent blast with the subgenre’s intentionally grisly, offensive, and over-the-top nature. Ultimo Mondo Cane has an endearingly DIY underground aesthetic in both production and delivery. Sure, the drums sound kind of shitty and distracting, and heavier swarms of noise lack definition, but sonically, the rough around the edges, messy production fits the band’s violent sound well. Overall, there is the makings of a solid album buried under the ooze and occasional more inspired and infectious moments. When they decide to lean into their thrashy impulses and showcase more rhythmic and vocal variation, such as those displayed on “The Slasher in Black Latex – Acrid Aroma in Tenebris,” the formula carries more substance.

Golem of Gore crafted a ludicrously overzealous, manically fun slab of goregrind madness to appease the most dedicated of underground gorehounds. However, for all of its relentlessly filthy caveman brutality, outrageously mucky vox, and fun, boneheaded vibes Golem of Gore fall short in the songwriting department to warrant a hearty recommendation. Mileage will vary for goregrind enthusiasts, however, for all its ugly charms Ultimo Mondo Cane is an occasionally fun but ultimately disposable platter of splatter, albeit one to recalibrate my extreme urges.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: May 30th, 2025

#25 #2025 #AcidBath #BloodFreak #BrutalDeath #Carcass #EverlastingSpewRecords #GolemOfGore #Goregrind #ItalianMetal #Regurgitate #Review #Reviews

2025-05-09

Stuck in the Filter: February 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

February comes down the pipe about two or three months after February. A perfectly normal thing to experience here at AMG HQ, this Filter’s tardiness is brought to you in part by my body getting stuck in one of the tighter conduits that lines the concrete interior of this confounded bunker. My minions are elsewhere, trudging through similar environs, and report their findings to me via eldritch beast telepathy. Since I obviously don’t speak eldritch tongue, I have to use my Codex of Enspongification to decipher these antediluvian transmissions. I’m sure you can imagine, that takes no small measure of time, especially when you’re stuck in this galvanized prison of rusting sheetmetal.

Until my ungrateful minions can find me and rescue me—something I don’t expect to happen anytime soon considering I give them no workers benefits or pay of any kind—you’ll have to make do with the selections of rough-hewn and sharp, but valuable, ore provided below. OBSERVE AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Kenstrosity’s Crusty Grab

Metaphobic // Deranged Excruciations [February 28th, 2025 – Everlasting Spew Records]

When Atlantan death metal quintet Metaphobic caught my attention with the megalithic riffs opening their debut LP Deranged Excruciations, I thought the stank face it brought out of me might be permanent. Nothing new and nothing sophisticated awaits here. Just brutalizing riffs delivered in a relentless sequence of destruction. Lead guitars squeal and scrape against the swampy ground underfoot, leaving a noxious slime trail behind “Mental Deconstruction” and “Execration” that tastes of Tomb Mold, Incantation, and Demilich to varying degrees. Guttural utterances and cacophonic—but accessibly structured—riffs offer the same infernal ferocity of the olden ways. However, in a similar manner to Noxis, their application here feels modern and fresh-ish (“Execration,” “Veiled Horizons,” “Hypnosis Engram”). Not nearly as nuanced as that comparison might suggest, Metaphobic are more than satisfied to use their brutish death metal as a cudgel for blunt force trauma. Nods to death doom in long-form wanderings like “Disciples of Vengeance” and “Insatiable Abyss” provide an appreciable variation in pace, though it doesn’t always work in Metaphobic’s favor. While those songs tend to meander too long on ideas unfit to support such mass for so long, livid outbursts like “Veiled Horizons” and “Reconstituted Grey Matter” more than make up for it. In short Deranged Excruciations commands my attention enough to earn my recommendation here, and my attention going forward.

Tyme’s Missing Minutes

Caustic Phlegm // Purulent Apocalypse [February 28, 2025 – Hells Headbangers]

Caustic Phlegm is the filth project helmed solely by Chestcrush main man Evan Vasilakos, who joyously employed his HM-2 and RAT pedals to create the utter disgustingness that is Purulent Apocalypse. A far cry from the angsty, I’d-rather-see-humanity-dead blackened death metal of his main outfit, Caustic Phlegm is a throwback to the days when Carnage walked the streets of Sweden and Impetigo was melting faces and killing brain cells. Purulent Apocalypse is a platter of pestiferous riffs (“Fouled, Infected & Infested,” “Soft Bones,” “Blister Bliss”), so many it’s like sitting on a death metal toilet puking and shitting riffs ad nauseam. Evan’s drum work, replete with the occasional but very satisfying St. Anger snare tone, drives the mindless fun forward, and the 80’s zombie giallo synth work would have Lucio Fulci himself clawing out of his grave to eat your face. Vasilakos’ vocals are a fine litany of belches, squelches, and gurgles that sound like a colony of maggots cleaning the putrid flesh from a corpulent corpse. Caustic Phlegm is the foul stench of death and will have you reaching for the soap and steel wool as you try to rid yourself of the Purulent Apocalypse infection.

Vermilia // Karsikko [February 14, 2025 – Self Release]

Had the incomparable Darkher not released The Buried Storm in 2022, Vermilia‘s Ruska would have garnered my top spot that year, which put her on my radar for the first time. When I saw Vermilia‘s follow-up, Karsikko had dropped in February—sadly we didn’t receive a promo—I jumped at the chance to filter it. While Karsikko is a bit more straightforward than Ruska, it’s full of liltingly beautiful pianos (“Karsikko”) that give way to icy black metal riffs (“Kansojen Kaipuu”) and gorgeously rendered folk metal melodies (“Koti,” “Veresi”). Comparisons with Myrkur and Suldusk would be appropriate, but Vermilia continues to carve out her own space in the folk black metal scene, marrying beatific melody with beastly aggression. Performing all of the music on Karsikko, as is her one-woman calling card, renders her finished products even more impressive. The highlight has always been the voice, though, as Vermilia deftly transitions between angelic cleans (“Suruhymni”) and frosty rasps (“Vakat”), completing a circle that makes each of her releases a joy to listen to. It’s confounding that another of Vermilia‘s albums is an independent release, which might be artistically intentional or the result of bone-headed label execs. Either way, don’t miss out on Karsikko, as Vermilia shouldn’t stay unsigned for long.

Killjoy’s Drowsy Discovery

Noctambulist // Noctambulist II: De Droom [February 7th, 2025 – These Hands Melt]

Although I love blackgaze, I must admit that it can be challenging to find artists who stand out in the genre, whether through quality songwriting or unexpected twists. It turns out that the Dutch band Noctambulist1 offers both. Noctambulist II: De Droom is a fun and fresh blend of Deafheaven-adjacent blackgaze with a Molotov cocktail of post-punk energy. The power chord-driven guitar lines prove to be an unexpectedly compatible fuel source to propel the shimmering, gazey tremolos and blackened rasps to new heights. Many songs (particularly “Aderlater” and “Lichteter”) start with neat intro melodies that catch the listener’s attention, then build and ride that momentum throughout the remainder. A faint sense of loss—stemming from the achingly relatable theme of homeownership drifting further out of many people’s reach—pervades the record, but there is also an infectious cheerfulness. Despite their name, Noctambulist are hardly sleepwalking as they tread along a well-worn genre.

Thus Spoke’s Disregarded Diamonds

Sacred Noose // Vanishing Spires [February 2nd, 2025 – Breath Sun Bone Blood]

My experience with Irish extreme metal has been that it is all incredibly dark, twisted, and supremely, gorgeously dissonant.2 Belfast3 duo Sacred Noose make absolutely no exception to this rule. Vanishing Spires’ ruthlessly brief 31 minutes are defined by stomach-tightening twisted blackened death designed to cut to the heart of misery and fear. The lurching sensation brought about by rapid tremolo descents and sudden accelerations of ever more dissonant chords, impenetrable drums, and pitch-shifting feedback is nauseating (“Entranced by Concrete Lathe,” “True Emancipation”). The pure horror of the inhuman, high-pitched shrieks answering the already fearsome bellows is anxiety-inducing (“”Black Tempests of Promise,” “Moribund”). The near-constant buzzing of noise is oppressive (“Terminal Prologue,” “True Emancipation”); the creeping, malevolent scales unnerving. And Sacred Noose play with their victim, luring them into a trap of deceptively familiar cavern-core (“Sacred Noose”) before throwing a hood over their head and yanking them backwards into more horrifying mania; or perhaps they’ll start with the assault (“True Emancipation”). This more ‘straightforward’ edge to Sacred Noose is most akin to a faster Sparagmos, while their dominant, demonic personality I can compare most faithfully to Thantifaxath, if Thantifaxath were more death-metal-inclined. Vanishing Spires is the first time since the latter’s 2023 Hive Mind Narcosis that a record has genuinely made me feel afraid.

Crown of Madness // Memories Fragmented [February 28th, 2025 – Transcending Obscurity Records]

Life unfortunately got in the way of me giving this a proper review, but Crown of Madness deserve better than to slip by unmentioned. Memories Fragmented is the duo’s debut, but Crown of Madness is one of several projects both are already in.4. The ominous yet colourful sci-fi/fantasy cover art and spiky logo scream ‘tech-death’ and that is indeed what Crown of Madness deliver. At base, there is some damn fine technical death metal here that’s impressive and acrobatic (), but snappy, not outstaying its welcome—the entire record barely stretches beyond 35 minutes. But there is more to Memories Fragmented, and as a result, it is memorable.5 A drawl to certain refrains (), the tendency to gently sway to a slow, near-pensiveness (), the atmospheric hanging of some tremolos over a warm, dense bass (). There is depth. And it reminded me quite starkly of early Ulcerate. In this vein, the record leans towards the more meandering side of the subgenre, gripping not with hooky riffs and heart-pumping tempos, but an intricate kind of intensity. Memories Fragmented arguably goes too far in the indistinct direction, and as a result, loses immediacy. But the churning, introspective compositions presage the potential for true brilliance on future releases.

Vacuous // In His Blood [February 28th, 2025 – Relapse Records]

Full of youthful vigour, London’s Vacuous demonstrate their willing ability to evolve with their sophomore, In His Blood. While debut Dreams of Dysphoria, which I covered back in 2022, played more or less by the disso-death book, here they are already experimenting. Strange, almost post-metal atmosphere now haunts the boundaries (“Hunger,” “Public Humiliation,” “No Longer Human”), combining brilliantly with the band’s already cavernous death metal sound, and amplifying its fearsomeness. Crowning example of this is the gem Vacuous save for the record’s final act in closer “No Longer Human.” In His Blood also sees them flirt with a punkier energy that borrows more than a little bit of malice from the blackened handbook (“In His Blood,” “Flesh Parade”), backed up by d-beats, and contrasting well with their now less frequent crawls. At its most explosive, In His Blood feels downright unhinged, in the best way (“Stress Positions,” “Immersion”), but it never feels messy, and there’s potential in here for Vacuous to evolve into yet another, incredibly potent form of unique, modern hybrid extreme metal. I wish there were more than 30 minutes of this.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Bottom o’ the Barrel Boons

Pissgrave // Malignant Worthlessness [February 21st, 2025 – Profound Lore Records]

Though it may appear, at a glance, that I have gold-colored glasses for bands of rank and urological reference, I’d call it more of a chance happening that such miscreant acts have created intriguing works. And, truthfully, PISSGRAVE has leaned closer to filth first, function second with the war-leaning crackle (and brazenly offensive cover art) that relegates their lineage to corners of listening ears who need therapy with a high tolerance for guts and grime. Malignant Worthlessness, of course, is not accessible by any means, though, despite these Philly boys packing these nine ode to a failed society in a package that doesn’t cause immediate squirm. But with grooves trapped in an endless skronk and blast, and vocals shifted and layered to reflect the sound of a swarm of Daffy Ducks with a serious disdain for life, PISSGRAVE still embodies an endless swirl of unleashed aggression rendered in riffed and regurgitated form. Malignant Worthlessness lives on the dry and crispy side with most of its tones, which allows copious hits of quick delay and reverb on OUGHs and EEEEEEEUGHs to land with an extra psychedelic knocking when you least expect it. Little slows down the pain train here, with tracks like “Heaping Pile of Electrified Gore” and “Internment Orgy” taking brief detours into chunky guitar builds that feel within grasp of normalcy just before dropping back into an intensified flaying. Elsewhere, a martial urgency that reminds of Paracletus-era Deathspell Omega or the industrial-tinged pummel of Concrete Winds, stirs a twitching movement response, all while retaining a grinding death snarl and chromatic fury, leading its fused-by-hatred structures toward an explosive and fuming conclusion. Humanity has no place in the PISSGRAVE environs, and Malignant Worthlessness, in its celebration of a hostile world, does everything it can to reinforce that.

終末回路 // 終端から引き剥がす [February 20th, 2025 – Self Release]

For things that wander around the math rock world, nailing a vibe remains essential to enjoyment. It’s all too easy in this day and edge to fall into the comfortable trap of ambient tapping and comfortable posty swirls to pleasant crescendos that renders many modern acts to high brow background music (even including bands I like, to a degree, like Covet or Jizue). New Japanese act 終末回路,6 however, chooses to imbue their nimble and tricky instrumental center with the searing emotion and urgency of a noisy post-hardcore, with searing vocal inclusions adding a gravitas to passages that would otherwise threaten to flutter away in glee (“誤殖,” “知らねぇよ”). On one end, 終末回路 delivers a bright playfulness that swings with the pedal power and psychedelia of a young Tera Melos. Yet, weighted with a punk urgency and rawer Japanese assembly of tones, which give a physical clang to tight kit heads and blazing squeal to shrill loops and feedback, 終末回路 finds a constant momentum in their shorter form excursion that makes my lack of understanding of its introspective lyrics a non-issue. Packing plaintive piano melodies (“ご自由に “), speaker blowing synth cranking (“dgdf++be”), and prog-tinged guitar flutters (“知らねぇよ”) into one listening session isn’t easy, but with this debut outing of 終端から引き剥がす,7 終末回路 makes it seem as if they’ve been honing the craft for years.

Saunders’ Salacious Skeeves

Möuth // Gobal Warning [February 14th, 2025 – Self Release)

Veteran rockers The Hellacopters returned with a typically rollicking, fun album in February. Elsewhere, dropping with little fanfare, fellow Swedes and unsung power trio Möuth emerged with an intriguing debut rock platter, entitled Global Warning. Featuring more than meets the eye and flashing a dynamic rock sound, Möuth embrace both retro and modern influences, whipped into an infectious concoction of styles, ranging from Sabbathian lurches, doomy grooves, stoner vibes, and elements of psych, punk and hard rock. For the most part it works a treat, creating a welcome change of pace. Fuzzy, upbeat rockers (“Dirt,” “Appetite”) snugly reside amongst moody, psych-bending numbers (“Alike,” “Mantra”), and heavier doom-laden rock, such as powerful opener “Holy Ground,” and brooding, emotive album centerpiece, “Sheep.” Vocally, the passionate, Ozzy-esque croons hit the spot, matching up well to the band’s multi-pronged rock flavors. Compact and infectious, varied in delivery and featuring enough tasty rhythms, fuzzy melodies and rock punch to satisfy, Global Warning marks an intriguing starting point for these Swedish rockers.

Chaos Inception // Vengeance Evangel [February 21st, 2025 – Lavadome Productions]

Emerging from a deep slumber in the depths of the underground, Alabama’s long dormant death metal crew Chaos Inception returned with their first album since 2012’s The Abrogation. Third album Vengeance Evangel went under the radar, festering unclaimed in the promo sump. After the fact, the album’s crushing, controlled chaos smacked me upside the skull with a violent modern interpretation of the classic Floridian death metal sound, with the musty hues of Tucker-era Morbid Angel most prevalent. This is blast-riddled, relentless stuff, played expertly by the trio of Matt Barnes (guitars), Gray White (vocals) and session drummer Kevin Paradis (ex-Benighted). Incredibly dense, atmospheric, and blazingly fast, Vengeance Evangel is a brutal, knotty, technical hammering, punctuated by sick, wildly inventive soloing. While not traditionally catchy, Vengeance Evangel is the kind of intense, layered death metal album that gets under the skin, grafting a deeper impression across repeated listens. The insane tempo shifts, jigsaw arrangements, and wickedly deranged axework delivers big time. From the violent, intricate throes of opener “Artillery of Humwawa,” and disturbed soundscapes of “La Niebla en el Cementerio Etrusco,” through to the brutish grooves of ‘Thymos Beast,” and exotic, tech death shards of “Empire of Prevarication,” Vengeance Evangel does not neatly fit into any one subgenre category but ticks many boxes to cast a wide appeal to death fans of varied equations.

Steel Druhm’s Viscous Biscuits

Ereb Altor // Hälsingemörker [ February 7th, 2025 – Hammerheart Records]

Steel loves his epic metal. I was raised on the stirring odes to swordsmanship and ungovernable back hair from Manowar and Cirth Ungol, and in time, I took a place at the great table in Wotan’s Golden Halls to appreciate the Viking metal exploits of Bathory and later adherents like Falkenbach and Moonsorrow. Sweden’s Ereb Altor got in the game late with their epic By Honour debut in 2008, boasting a very Bathory-esque sound and emotional tapestry that felt larger-than-life and stirred the loins to begird themselves. 10th album Hälsingemörker is a glorious return to those halls of heroes and bravery. This is the large-scale songcraft first heard on Bathory albums like Hammerheart and Twilight of the Gods, and it’s most welcome to these ape ears. Cuts like “Valkyrian Fate” are exactly the kind of sweeping, epic numbers the band’s excelled at over the years. It takes the core sound of Viking era Bathory and builds outward to craft bombastic and heroic compositions that feel HUUUGE. It’s the kind of metal song that embiggens the soul and makes you want to take on a marauding horde by your lonesome and usurp all their battle booty. On “Hälsingemörker,” you get a fat dose of Moonsorrow worship, and elsewhere, Primordial is strongly referenced to very good effect. Hälsingemörker is easily the best Ereb Altor album in a while and the most in line with their beloved early sound. Strap on the sword and get after it!

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2025-04-07

Diabolizer – Murderous Revelations Review

By Tyme

‘O mighty sub-genre, how you vex me. As our human need to bring order to chaos and make sense of complexity increases, so does the proliferation of the sub-genre and its many sub-sub offshoots. Where once only death metal stood, today, a plethora of choices exist. And because that most un-descriptively generalized tag wasn’t enough, we now banter over the finer nuances of tech death vs. old school vs. melodic, brutal, ultra brutal, and more. I’m not deriding the importance of sub-categories and their use in the metalverse as much as I’m highlighting the fact that sometimes, it’s refreshing to run across an album that strikes at the heart of a genre. Enter Turkey’s Diabolizer. After receiving a coveted 4.0 from Holdeneye in 2021 for Khalkedonian Death, Diabolizer returns to rape your ears with its second unholy metal of death platter, Murderous Revelations. Will this sophomore effort find Diabolizer taking a step back from their well-received debut, or will the onslaught continue, another clawing leap toward the upper echelon of death metal practitioners?

Murderous Revelations‘ deliciously demonic cover art reveals much about Diabolizer‘s brand of death metal. Straight out of the get-go of hell’s gate, “Into the Depths of Diseased Minds” sears the senses with swirling speeds and tricky time signatures, a maelstrom of riffs that set the stage for what the entirety of Murderous Revelations has in store. With its founding lineup intact and still repping pedigree—members hail from Hyperdontia, Burial Invocation, and EngulfedDiabolizer merges its Deicidedly Cannibal Corpseish chunk-n-chugs perfectly with rifferous technical velocity that’s full of Nileistic Krisiunisms. Reminiscing on a younger me hearing the likes of Malevolent Creation and Krisiun for the first time, Murderous Revelations hit like a time capsule, instantly returning me to a simpler age. It is a solid step forward that shows, once again, how Diabolizer shines with plenty of pristine performances and the ability to merge many styles into something so purely death metal it defies sub-categorization.

Diabolizer‘s guitar hero duo of Can and Mustafa drop savage riff after savage riff (“Purulent Divinity in Black Flames”) and bring tons of technically tornadic, swirling solos to bear with vile virtuosity (“Seeds of the Dethroned”). Malik’s excellent finger-happy bass work provides many a Ramen noodle moment (“Bloodstream Bonegrinder”), complementing Abberant, who barbarously bashes through every track on Murderous Revelations, laying down a vicious sledge to the head style drummeling. Completing Diabolizer’s cadre of calamity is vocalist Abomination. His brutal, ground-shaking roars still harken to scene veterans like Glen Benton and Christian Älvestam, to be sure. Still, I hear a fair amount of Barney Greenway’s Napalm Death snarl in Abomination’s lower register, and this serves as a foil to his newly developed vomitous rasp (“Hogtied in Razorwire”), which took me aback at first but has grown on me with repeat listens.

Making a strong case that Diabolizer should be this Turkish quintet’s main gig, the songwriting on Murderous Revelations is top-notch and wastes nary a moment of its value-packed run time. A relentless onslaught that maintains a breakneck pace, Murderous Revelations provides listeners with nearly no air to breathe. The only moments of respite come at the outset of “Set the World Ablaze (“Infernal Dawn”) with its majestic, mid-paced riff and tremolo opening and the brief fade-in to “Deathmarch of the Murderous Tyrant,” which revs up and shoves its boot right back down on your windpipe. There’s so much I like about Murderous Revelations that I’ve been racking my brain, searching for some balancing critique to levy. So, while I’m still not 100% on board with Abominations’ new, raspy tone at times, that quibble is a minor one.

Diabolizer provides bree-bree-free brutality with layman’s terms technicality and enough chug-chugs to satiate my inner caveman. Murderous Revelations is death metal performed as Satan intended. It left my face in a state of perma-stank, and fans of Khalkedonian Death should be well-pleased. I’m incredibly blessed to be able to do what I do here, and the shine of my most recent status change still blinds me sometimes. I want to thank Holdeneye for introducing me to Diabolizer four years ago and for entrusting me to share my thoughts on Murderous Revelations.1 It’s a fantastic death metal album I’m sure to be talking about come year’s end.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320kbps mp3
Labels: Dark Descent Records | Me Saco Un Ojo Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: April 11th, 2025

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2024-10-20

Ashen Tomb – Ecstatic Death Reign Review

By Steel Druhm

After wallowing in the Goth tears of Swallow the Sun and swinging swords with Grand Magus, what Steel needed was a nice soak in the cesspool of reeking death metal. Finland’s Ashen Tomb promised me just such a therapeutic marination on their full-length debut Ecstatic Death Reign. Featuring members of God Disease and Inequity, Ashen Tomb deliver pig squealing, brain tenderizing old school death mixing the scuzz and moist ick factor of Autopsy with the skull-busting crunch and groove of Maul and Sanguisugabogg. On paper, this reads like the script to a timeless romance, but can they make the various brutalities coexist in holy headlock?

Tooth-removing opener “Body Bag” impressed right off the bat with a low-fi, no-IQ beatdown so grisly and savage as to render me a bloody skid mark on the pavement. Mammoth chug grooves, frantic blasts, sick riff-switches, and unbelievably foul vocals assault the senses without respite. It’s the aural equivalent of a bucket of bloody organs dumped over your head while you’re mid-yawn. So gooey, so sticky, so tasteless, I love it! Some of these riffs will install T-tops in your cranium and make your eyeballs pop out like a champagne cork. Give me 40 minutes of this swill and I’m in your debt! “Catharsis Through Torture” does give more, with a horrific sludge-doom influence that slows things down like a molasses avalanche at times. It’s effective and crushing. However, it’s here that the first sign of Terminal Bloat Disorder rears its fatuous assface. This is a 5-minute song that should be 4 minutes with the final minute dragging things out needlessly.

Nearly every subsequent song struggles with this handicap with varying degrees of impairment. The title track is such a rip-roaring boot party that it survives the extra weight around the middle and performs admirably. “Anamorphosis” gives you an absolute ass-kicking for 4-and-a-half minutes and then runs aground for the last minute-and-a-half. “Ancient Tombs Sealed with Dead Tongues to Preserve the Hidden One Slumbering in the Bowels of the Earth (Mummified in Cavernous Darkness)” warns of unnecessary length via that abomination of a title and fulfills its threat with 2 extra minutes of faffing, farting, needless jamming and uncalled for noodling. “Cave of Staring Eyes” fares better with a limited runtime and mostly remains on target to carpet bomb you with thick, chewy riffs and vomitous magnificence. “Heartworming” (great title) however, fails to make its shorter length pay dividends, overusing a cool riff until you want to blast Mariah Carey X-mas songs to drown it out. The excessive jiggery-pokery on Escatic Death Reign takes away from the 100-ton sledgehammer Ashen Tomb wield and waters down the final product. It also makes wading through the 41-minute runtime more challenging. The band can certainly rock monstrous death ditties capable of collapsing a small star. Sadly, only a few tracks get down to their dirty deeds unhindered by a fanny pack full of unsightly flab. It says something about Ashen Tomb’s talent that the material still exudes a bizarre Neanderthal charm despite the added ballast.

I’m a big fan of Ilkka Laaksonen’s completely inhuman vocals. His subterranean gurgles are phlegmy and repellant and his lapses into garbage disposal mode and Little Piggy porn are satisfyingly over-the-top and freaky deaky. Everything he touches gets impukeified and he makes the material worth sticking around for even when the songs refuse to stand down. Joonatan Mäkinen and Roni Oksanen deliver several garbage trucks full of nasty fretboard flatulence and plow the field of fever dreams with ginormous chugs, grooves, and greasy harmonies. I love what they do but they don’t know when to step back and let a song flow (or end). They tend to lapse into jammy disgressions that kill momentum and they’re also prone to over-repetition of good ideas. With a band as talented as this, these kinds of self-owns are tragic. I would be a poor excuse for a reviewer if I didn’t point out the tremendous job Valtteri Viro does on the kit. The man is everywhere at once and he must have several phantom limbs to make this kind of unholy ruckus.

There’s a 4.0 album hidden in Ecstatic Death Reign but it’s almost completely obscured by blubber, lard, and rubbery chubbery. Nearly every song exceeds its sell-by date, yet somehow this ends up a marginally successful descent into grotesque overindulgence. If Ashen Tomb tighten their approach by even 10%, look the fuck out! More swamp hog, less mud slog next time, okay? Tanks much.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew
Websites: everlastingspew.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ashentomb | instagram.com/ashentomb
Releases Worldwide: October 18th, 2024

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2024-08-30

Pneuma Hagion – From Beyond Review

By Holdeneye

Before I started driving fire engines, I drove garbage trucks. I was the relief driver for a small refuse company, so I had to know all the different routes pretty well. I spent many days riding along with my coworkers in order to get familiarized, and, let me tell you, being trapped inside a cab with someone for eight to ten hours can lead to some interesting experiences. Some days were filled with awkward silence, others with a non-stop verbal assault, and every day was scented with the intermingling of individualized fart gasses. I vividly remember a day where one trainer unleashed an 8-hour dissertation on theology. You might think I’m exaggerating, but I’m positive this guy had the knowledge base to teach in seminary. While my eyes glazed over for much of his spiel, I will never forget him explaining the Hebrew concept of God’s kevod. Kevod is translated ‘glory,’ but it also carries the notion of ‘weight’ or ‘heaviness.’ As he explained this, my ears perked up, and I thought to myself that Kevod would be a fucking sick band name. Well, if Kevod ever exists as a metal band, I think it should sound exactly like Texas’ Pneuma Hagion.

Taking their name from the Greek form of ‘holy spirit,’ Pneuma Hagion bestows unto us an offering of no-frills death metal. It feels like these guys took Morbid Angel’s Gateways to Annihilation and simmered it over low heat for hours, reducing it down to leave a delicious sauce of pure, unadulterated groove. But where Morbid Angel embellished Gateways with blistering guitar pyrotechnics, Pneuma Hagion has sold their soul for more bottom end. Gaze upon the intro of the embedded single and album opener “Harbinger of Dissolution,” but take care lest you be caught in the swirling, malevolent arrogance of the narrator. A huge breakdown just past the midpoint arrives to grind your bones to dust in time for a reprisal of the furious intro to blow through and scatter your remains across the stars.

That combination of simple, well-executed death metal with the self-aggrandizing ravings of a demiurgical entity is what makes From Beyond such a success. Pneuma Hagion has been known to dabble in both Lovecraftian and Gnostic themes in their past works, and that trend continues here. As a recovering Christian fundamentalist, the highly scriptural nature of the lyrics adds a satisfying layer of terror that, in my opinion, takes Lovecraftian horror to another level. This album is a psychically delivered hate letter from some mysterious being adrift somewhere in space and time, and the music is the perfect medium for such a message.

If I haven’t spent very much time describing said music, it’s because this is a very simple album for people of very simple tastes. At nine tracks and 24 minutes, From Beyond is a concise treatise on heaviness. Both members play the hell out of their parts; Shane Elwell must blow through drum kits by the sound of the beating he gives his here, and Ryan Wilson’s guitar, bass, and vocal performances are simply thunderous. I saw an interview where Wilson stated, ‘We really try to make the music palpable, like a physical presence with a weight that you can actually feel. I think this new album has gotten closer to our ideal levels.’ I think so too, buddy. I do wish that there was another song or two on the level of the two singles, “Harbinger of Dissolution” and “The Temple Fires,” but the album ends up being a journeyman effort in focused brutality.

While Lovecraft-themed metal albums are a dime a dozen, the way that Pneuma Hagion adorns their particular brand of eldritch horror with theological trappings makes for something gloriously heavy. From Beyond is a simple, concise record, but don’t let that fool you into thinking it isn’t lethally effective. Put this on in the gym, and I guarantee your gainz with be otherworldly.1

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: pneumahagion.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/pneumahagion218
Releases Worldwide: August 30th, 2024

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2024-07-29

Void Witch – Horripilating Presence Review

By Cherd

One of the joys of being a music scene deep diver is liking what you hear of a brand-spanking-new band’s demos and EPs, watching them sign to a label, and anticipating their debut full-length. The Austin, Texas death-doom outfit Void Witch caught my attention with their first demo in 2021. The songs were remarkably fleshed out for being a band’s first-ever output, and I enjoyed the funny little black-and-white illustration of a hooded figure with five legs all pointing to the side. We’ll call him Five Feets Francis. A couple years later I noticed that Everlasting Spew re-released that demo with an additional song and a new illustration in the same style. I call that guy Pope Alligator Hands the Third. This was a great sign, since Everlasting Spew already had death doom heavy hitters Convocation and Fossilization on their formidable roster, and they were hearing the same promise I was in Void Witch. Three years after that first demo sees the arrival of the band’s debut LP, Horripilating Presence.1 Has our faith in their abilities been well placed?

Opening track “Grave Mistake” seems to say “no,” but that’s just the title. Musically, it’s a bold statement of intent that grabs you with the first few dolorous notes and sudden dramatic lead guitars. It’s hard not to be all in on the style Void Witch crafted: death doom with all the heavy crunch and trudging pace of the genre’s usual tropes, but with generous doses of traditional heavy metal flair. This comes out in harmonized guitar leads and dexterous solos like those found on “Grave Mistake” and its bookend “Horripilating Presence,” but it’s also in the fun word pictures songs like “Supernova of Brain and Bone” and “Thousand Eyed Stalactite” paint. If you’re looking for touchstones there’s a bit of Worm and a bit of Hooded Menace in their sound, but Void Witch have their own flavor, partly due to the relatively clean production job for a style that is often intentionally murky.

The demo impressed me with its confidence, but the material on Horripilating Presence is Mohamed Ali levels of confident. The editing of ideas in each song and across the album’s taut 39 minutes is masterful, especially for a debut. No song hews too closely to any of the others, but all are of a piece, locking comfortably into place like an intricate puzzle box, and Void Witch have such wonders to show you. The oscillation between morose foot-dragging, punchy gallops, and triumphant guitars make “Grave Mistake” one of the best songs I’ve heard in 2024. This record is all about the progressions, like the one on “Supernova of Bone and Brain” where a chugging stomp leads into an intricate solo before both fall off a cliff as the regal central riff from earlier in the song brings the things home. It’s hard to overstate the maturity of this record, which feels like the third or fourth release by an ascendant band.

One of the surest ways to impress me is to seamlessly integrate multiple influences and aural textures into compositions that flow like water across the path of least resistance, and that’s exactly what Void Witch does. A song like the closing title track is a masterclass in balancing slowly evolving atmosphere with hard-charging grooves and the kind of heaviness only death metal can bring. Elsewhere, “Malevolent Demiurge” and “Supernova…” peddle in the kind of stately riff craft made famous by Paradise Lost. No section outstays it’s welcome, no riff repeats one too many times, there’s the right ratio of weedly solos to thick slabs of murk. If I had one nitpick it would be that “Second Demon” is a step down from the other songs in memorability, but even that one grew on me over subsequent listens.

As much as it’s a reviewer’s job to dispassionately assess the successes and missteps artists make in their work, no one wants to see a band take their early promise, buff it till it gleams, and top it with a pretty bow more than we do, because we’re first and foremost fans of musicians. I’m very pleased to tell you Void Witch knocked it out of the park on their first at bat.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: voidwitchtx.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/voidwitchtx
Releases Worldwide: July 26th, 2024

#2024 #40 #AmericanMetal #DeathDoom #DeathMetal #DoomMetal #EverlastingSpewRecords #HoodedMenace #HorripilatingPresence #Jul24 #ParadiseLost #Review #Reviews #VoidWitch #Worm

2024-06-26

Stuck in the Filter: April 2024’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

The heat persists. Intensifies, even. We’re not even to the dead center of summer, where pavement melts and sinew sloughs off of bones. And yet, we toil. Endless trudges through the slime and grime of sharply angled ducts and beveled sheet metal characterize an average workday for my filtration minions, who do my bidding without question as I sip a piña colada in these run down and ragged headquarters. Alright fine, we don’t have piña coladas here, but a sponge can dream! A sponge can dream…

What was I saying? Oh, right. After many months of constant pep talks and gentle reminders with a cattle prod, my team of hack crack sifters managed a respectable haul from our April buildup. Dive in at your own peril!

Kenstrosity’s Sooty Slab

Exhumation // Master’s Personae [April 26th, 2024 – Pulverised Records]

Indonesian blackened death duo Exhumation never would’ve made it to my queue were it not for our burgeoning Discord server. Rollicking tunes, produced with a charming rawness that tingles my spine, task themselves with the summary destruction of that same spine and waste no time getting started. From the onset of opener “In Death Vortex,” Master’s Personae eviscerates with rabid teeth gnashing through my flesh. Ghoul (guitars) and Bones (vocals) display their respective talents vomiting souls out of their body and concocting sickening infernal riffs with aplomb—and made damn sure their session musicians could do more than just keep up on bass (Sebek), drums (Aldi), and lead guitar (J. Magus). With songs that kick as much ass-tonnage as highlights “Pierce the Abyssheart,” “Chaos Feasting,” “Thine Inmost Curse,” and late bloomer “Mahapralaya,” the only thing that could possibly stand in between you and total metallic indoctrination is the record’s gritty, extra-crunchy production. For some, that might even be its greatest selling point. Either way, Master’s Personae is, at its core, just a nonstop demonic party. Ipso facto, if you like fun, you like this. If you don’t, leave the Hall!

Thus Spoke’s Chucked Choices

Alpha Wolf // Half Living Things [April 5th, 2024 – SharpTone Records]

Aussie gang Alpha Wolf have always had an “angry” sound, but until now, they remained quite firmly smack dab in the middle of modern metalcore. With Half Living Things,1 however, the band move as far as they ever have into beatdown hardcore, albeit, a very glossy, and very metalcore interpretation of it. While many, myself included, think they sound better with a little bit of intrigue, a little bit of mournful melody and atmosphere, there’s no denying that this album does contain several bone-fide bangers. Opening run “Bring Back the Noise,” “Double-Edge Demise,” and “Haunter,” are a groovy set of smacks upside the head, and later cuts “Feign,” and “A Terrible Day for Rain” echo the same menace, safely keeping your head bobbing and your mean face on. The aggression can veer into the realm of cringe at points, not least on single “Sucks 2 Suck,” which includes the wild misstep of a thuggish rap bridge courtesy of ICE-T. But on the other hand, Alpha Wolf do show they have a heart, with surprisingly sadboi “Whenever You’re Ready,” and closer “Ambivalence.” It’s all pretty angsty, but questionable decisions aside, Half Living Things is worth at least the time it takes you to hear one or two of its best tracks. I’ll always be here for a little bit of adolescent ennui anyway.

Sarcasm // Mourninghoul [April 12th, 2024 – Hammerheart Records]

Whilst still a n00b, I reviewed Sarcasm’s previous album, Stellar Stream Obscured, and, to my initial surprise, really rather liked it. It was simply a quirk of circumstance that I didn’t pick up the promo for Mourninghoul. And looking back on that week, I wish I had. This thing is just as fun, just as furious, and once again the perfect balance between odd and straightforwardly blistering. Once again, they lace creepy organs and synthwork into death doom (“Withered Memories of Souls We Mourn,” “No Solace From Above”) to add a little mystique. Once again, they display some brilliant, beautiful, melodic black(ened death) metal riffery to lead refrains (“Lifelike Sleep,” “Dying Embers of Solitude,” “Absence if Reality”), not only soaking the listener in the nostalgia of the golden years of Dissection and Necrophobic, but memorable and moving in their own right. Overall, the album is a little slower and more atmospheric than its predecessor, but in this light perhaps a little more thoughtful. One to check out for anyone who dug Stellar Stream Obscured.

Dear Hollow’s Loudness Lard

Lord Spikeheart // The Adept [April 19th, 2024 – Haekalu Records]

Lord Spikeheart is the alias of Martin Kanja, one-half of grind/noise duo Duma, whose sole self-titled LP was received warmly back in 2020 by the gone-but-unforgotten Roquentin. Now a solo act, Spikeheart fully embraces the manic in his debut full-length The Adept, a fusion of noise, industrial, trap, grind, and hip-hop and tinged with native Kenyan instruments. – guaranteed to scare off unwanted listeners. Featuring a bevy of featured artists, The Adept is as jerky and unpredictable as you might expect from its laundry list of sounds. Including all, but not limited to, Author & Punisher-level of manufactured brutality (“Sham-Ra”), layers of jagged hip-hop a la Skech185 (“Emblem Blem,” “Djangili,” “33rd Degree Access”), and outright metal guitar solos and blastbeats (“Nobody”), as well as outright bananas explosive Igorrr-esque breakcore seizures and Kenyan percussion (“TYVM”) and ominous sprawls of haunting humid ambiance over manic beats (“Rem Fodder,” “Verbose Patmos,” “4AM in the Mara”), and there is little that is predictable about The Adept. Throw on Lord Spikeheart’s incredible charisma, shocking vocals, and evocative primal songwriting, and you’ve got yourself a tastefully insane and impressively uncomfortable slab of experimentation that feels dangerous and unrelenting in the right ways.

Whores. // War. [April 16th, 2024 – The Ghost is Clear Records]

Sometimes you just need a good concussion and drool out your brains to the curb because you got dinged around so much. Atlanta four-piece Whores. will provide mightily in more ways than one. Professing a riff-heavy noise rock/sludge metal combo reminiscent of Chat Pile or Iron Monkey, each of the tracks in War.’s 34-minute runtime is a thick-ass spanker with thick-ass riffs, bad-ass cymbal abuse, and mad-ass yells, and you’d be a fool to miss this broken-tooth abuse. Groove is embedded in the marrow of each bone, and the swill of riffs and noisy leads will get your head bobbing before you can learn how to pronounce opener “Malinches.” From the outright onslaughts of “Imposter Syndrome” and “Sicko,” to the bass builds and guitar squonks of “Quitter’s Fight Song” and “Hostage Therapy” or punky rhythms of “Hieronymous Bosch was Right” and “The Death of a Stuntman,” you don’t need to get all academic to abuse the drywall, and Whores. will set their teeth behind your bruised knuckles. The message is clear: get unga-bunga with riff.

Spit on Your Grave // Arkanum [April 12th, 2024 – Self Release]

You always run a risk when you change up your sound, even slightly. Mexican death metal peddlers Spit on Your Grave are familiar with it. Formerly bringin’ the slamz and gooey brutal shit to your court with unhinged insanity, Arkanum keeps the core sound while incorporating more tempo and nimbleness, making a blazing death metal album with some Behemoth-esque experimentation that keeps the album from falling into gnarly monotony and injects a necessary regality reflected in its art. Subtle plucking motifs grace opener “The Infection” and closer “The March of the Innocents,” chanting and choirs spruce up limper portions of “Into the Devil’s Realm,” and dancy rhythms and melodeath noodling kick up “Broken Hourglass.” In spite of the levels of experimentation, the riff reigns supreme throughout, made most plain in the no-holds-barred death metal assaults of “The Heretic,” “Dark Lullaby,” and “Self Sacrifice.” It’s somewhere between Behemoth’s wicked conjuration of crowns and Hate Eternal’s blazing scorched earth campaign, and while imperfect, Spit on Your Grave’s new direction is tantalizing.

Dolphin Whisperer’s Crossed Up Casting

Nuclear Tomb // Terror Labyrinthian [April 12th, 2024 – Everlasting Spew]

Filthy, frothing, furious, Nuclear Tomb embodies all that fueled the origins of the thrash and death movements, which actively rejected the tonal shift toward “pleasing” that pop-leaning forms of heavy metal were taking at the time. So, yes, it’s unsurprising to hear a punky and driven bass identity reminiscent of the overdriven pummeling of Dan Lilker in Nuclear Assault or Stéphane Picard in Obliveon. But though thrash rings true in the speed-needing assaults of “Fatal Visions” or “Vile Humanity,” death—the gnarled yet precise riffcraft you would heard in an early Pestilence summoning—feeds ugly and foul this acts hefty ambitions. Terror Labyrinthian gives exactly what its name promises: a sense of profound encapsulation and isolation in the density that Nucleur Tomb conjures alongside a sci-fi-informed fear and terror. Its ambition is such that it can fly off the rails a touch when it gets too moody (“Dominance & Persecution”), and its level of discordance can leave tracks feeling like intangible pulps of sick and snarling riffage (“Manufacturing Consent,” “Parasitic”). Despite these minor concerns, Labyrinthian Terror shakes enough to leave a worthy, full-length mark after two promising EPs. And with members of Nuclear Tomb floating around in their small scene with oddball grinders Ixias and the avant-minded Genevieve, it’s all but a promise that what comes next will be weird, frightening, and demanding.

Steel Druhm’s Rancid Requiems to Rotpitting

Engulfed // Unearthly Litanies of Despair [April 19th, 2024 – Me Saco Ojo]

Straight outta Turkey comes the vicious, face-melting death metal assault of Engulfed. Featuring members of Hyperdontia and Diabolizer and bearing hallmarks of both, Engulfed are a nasty savage on a war march to destroy all that lives and breathes. With a highly seasoned lineup and a lethal mission statement, Unearthly Litanies of Despair is a “not fucking around” kind of death platter full of blazing speed, thunderous blasts, and more sub-basement croaks and roars than you’d find in an illegal Balrog mining facility. All the old school legends get sound checked, with plenty of Vader, Morbid Angel, and Incantation-isms to be unearthed, but to my ears, Engulfed sounds most like brother band Diabolizer. That’s certainly not a bad thing, as anyone who heard 2021s Khalkedonian Death will attest. There’s not much subtly on display on Unearthly Litanies, and Engulfed are happy to blast away at Mach 9 for the bulk of the album’s runtime, only slowing down long enough to let slithery riffs do their tentacle things. It isn’t until the closing stanza “Occult Incantations” that they opt to get down and doomy, and though it runs way long at nearly 8 minutes, it digs up some nicely dark, gloomy textures. All in all a brutal trip to the belly of the beast feaster!

Coffin Curse // The Continuous Nothing [April 22nd, 2024 – Memento Mori]

The sophomore offering from Chile’s Coffin Curse is 100% military grade old school death with enough rot and pus to win over any genre fancier. The Continuous Nothing is really a continuous something, and that something is gnarly, thrashing death goodness in the varicose vein of Autopsy with some Deicide and Morbid Angel in the gore batter. There’s absolutely nothing new here, but the enthusiasm with which Coffin Curse comes at the classic death style is refreshing and invigorating. You’ll be smiling early into opener “Thin the Herd” due to its oh-so-righteous blend of Autopsy and vintage Morbid Angel, and it’s tough to blast “Bacchanal of the Mortal” and not want to throw your BarcaLounger out the fucking window. This is meat n’ tatters gutter death that could have come out in the late 80s or early 90s, but that doesn’t lessen its vitality and impact since these cats know how to write a ripping tune. I’m especially enamored with the disgusting vocals of Max Neira who gives even the hideous Chris Reifert a run for his scuzz-vomit money. This thing is just good, gross fun!

Tombstoner // Rot Stink Rip [April 26th, 2024 – Redefining Darkness]

Staten Island-based death thugs Tombstoner came back to kill with second album Rot Stink Rip, showcasing a whole lotta New York attitude. With a sound mixing mouth-breathing caveman brutality with New York hardcore undertones, the menu items all come with brass knuckles and steel-toed boots to your fat face (no substitutions!). This is street-level tough guy death with a Biohazard/Pantera-level IQ and anything remotely intellectual is tossed in the dumpster like a carpet-wrapped corpse. Songs like “Sealed in Blood” will rot your brain stem as it curb stomps your skull, and the beefy death grooves are ugly, stupid, and dangerous. Internal Bleeding-isms rebound off Skinless idioms amid the brainless forward momentum of the title track, and the groove-busting, barroom-bullying nastiness of primal cuts like “Metamorphosis” and “Reduced to Hate” are made for Roids Appreciation Day at Planet Meathead. The riffs are hella weighty and the overall approach is lead pipe brutality. Don’t bother spinning this if you’re one of those fancy-dancy tech types. This one is strictly for the gashouse gorillas and pimpanzees.

Saunders’ Slimy Selections

Satanic North // Satanic North [April 19th, 2024 – Reaper Entertainment]

Featuring members of Ensiferum, Finnish black metal troupe Satanic North ripped out a seething slab of old school black metal on their self-titled debut. Although the album seemed to drop with minimal fanfare or notice, having been clued into its existence, Satanic North has since provided a helluva fun time. Satanic North pull no punches and dispense with flash or bombast, adding modern beef to an endearingly old school formula that stomps hard. Harnessing the raw, punky, Venom-esque attitude of ’80s black metal, along with distinctive second-wave elements, and dashes of Darkthrone and Goatwhore, Satanic North is a varied, aggressive and utterly addictive opus. Regardless of the mode of destruction the band chooses at any given time, the songwriting quality generally maintains the rage. Grim, icy atmospheres envelope blasting, viciously executed songs, loaded with a bevy of badass riffs and pissed-off attitude. The relentless, hammering blows on opener “War,” sit comfortably alongside the crawling, sinister melodies and infectious hooks of “Village,” while expert pacing and builds highlight epic later album gem, “Kohti Kuolemaa.” Satanic North throw down some awesomely thrashy barnburners for good measure on powerhouse nuggets of black gold in the shape of “Wolf” and closer “Satanic North.” One of 2024’s underrated gems.

Iron Monkey // Spleen & Goad [April 5th, 2024 – Relapse Records]

UK veterans Iron Monkey’s 1998 opus Our Problem is a sludge classic that I’ve held in high regard for many years. Sadly, the untimely death of raw-throated vocalist Johnny Morrow, a distinctive, glass-gurgling beast behind the mic, saw the band dissolve, until reforming and crafting a solid comeback with 2017’s 9-13. Stripped own to a trio in their second coming, with long-serving guitarist Jim Rushby doing an admirable job taking over the vocal slot, Iron Monkey sound as though the piss, vinegar, and hatred still flows in their veins. Spleen & Goad offers few surprises, continuing the trend of its predecessor while maintaining the signature Iron Monkey sound. And although Iron Monkey cannot quite match the esteemed heights of their early days, this modern, well-trodden incarnation of the band still bludgeons, grooves and seethes with sledgehammer force and infectiously diseased riffs. Channeling the bluesy Sabbathian meets NOLA mode of sludge, with a side of Grief, and a shit ton of spite, the Iron Monkey lads deliver the goods again. Noisy, feedback-drenched bruisers rule the day; as swaggering, drunken grooves, surly riffs, and feral vocals drive this unhinged hate machine. Spleen & Goad is victim to some creeping bloat, however overall, it’s a stellar return and addition to their storied catalog, as rugged, bludgeoning cuts like “Misanthropizer,” “Concrete Shock,” “Rat Flag” and “Lead Transfusion” attests.

Mystikus Hugebeard’s Filthy Finding

Diabolic Oath // Oracular Hexations [April 5th, 2024 – Sentient Ruin Laboratories]

Oracular Hexations is a blast. It is a chaotic, colossally dense album of what can ostensibly be called blackened death metal, but the music is just so fucking filthy it might as well be sludge. The fun thing here is that the guitar and bass are completely fretless; the riffs aren’t hard to parse but the guitars feel almost slippery. It allows the brutal riffage of a heavy track like “Serpent Coils Suffocating the Mortal Wound” to become borderline hallucinogenic, while still hitting like a truck. The slower, oozing riffs of “Rusted Madness Tethering Misbegotten Haruspices” and “Winged Ouroboros Mutating Unto Gold” have a real viscosity to them that always reminds me of the stoner doom stylings of Conan. This album is definitely a lot, but it’s an extremely satisfying listen. The fretless imprecision paired with the music’s intensity, the delightfully disgusting guitar tone, and the vocalist’s tectonic gurgles all give Oracular Hexations a ritualistic atmosphere so thick you can practically sink into it. There’s plenty one could say about the musicianship—the drummer deserves praise for his diverse, technical performance—but trying to dial in on any one ingredient is like trying to appreciate the subtle flavor undertones of sheep stomach in a plate of haggis. Just cram the whole thing in at once, man, because this is the kind of sensory brutalization that you’ve gotta just let happen to you.

Iceberg’s Singular Surfacing

Venomous Echoes // Split Formations and Infinite Mania [April 05, 2024 – I, Voidhanger Records]

Extreme metal’s penchant for horror and destruction never ceases to amaze me. It doesn’t matter how I came across Venomous Echoes second album Split Formations and Infinite Mania, one look at that album cover and the curtain rise of squelching music within had me transfixed. Brutal Floridian death metal meets the dissonant disintegration of Portal meets the crushing weight of funeral doom and they all come together in the unrated cut of a Cronenberg flick. One-man-band Benjamin Vanweelden takes the listener inside his own personal hell as he wrestles with body dysmorphia, making for an experience not unlike recent cuts by An Isolated Mind or The Reticent. This is challenging, highly uncomfortable music, abandoning pitch and rhythm at will, bending and twisting notes and smothering the listener with oppressive atmosphere. From the sickening stomping sound effects of opener “Ocular Maltosis ov Schizophrenia” to the ultra-dissonant ostinato and DSBM wailing of closer “Split Formations and Infinite Mania,” this album is the definition of the car crash you can’t look away from. Far outside any zone of comfort is exactly where Vanweelden wants his listeners, and I have to say this makes for a sickly impressive, revolting, yet mesmerizing experience.

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2024-06-14

Fractal Generator – Convergence Review

By Dear Hollow

Fractal Generator has always tortured me. 2020 debut Macrocosmos was an affair that I gave a 4.0 to, not because it convinced me of its excellence, but the Sudbury, Ontario trio convinced me of its complete lack of wrongness. I felt obligated to give it high marks because I could not see a flaw, but it did not capture my heart enough to award it a spot at year’s end. The issue was that, in spite of my praises of accessibility, the brutal passage of time found that Macrocosmos operated a relentlessly riffy and punishingly dissonant deathgrind with a surgical precision and faceless sterility that effectively robbed it of its humanity. Four years later we are faced with the forbidden knowledge of its follow-up, Convergence.

Old habits die hard, and Fractal Generator should not let their hard-hitting blend of dissonant death metal and deathgrind die. They’ve always encapsulated crawling Portal-esque dissonant sensibilities and Gigan-inspired sci-fi avant-gardisms – but fed through the Benighted machine. Serocs is a fair comparison, complete with triumphant atmospheres amid blasting tempos, and Convergence finds a newly honed balance and enriched textures that make it feel more like a passage through fantastical alien worlds and unknowable dimensions. It nonetheless lacks that humanity needed to meet us where we are, but Fractal Generator will kick your ass heartily with dissonance and riffs all year long.

There’s very little reprieve on Convergence, like any good deathgrind worth its mettle. Fractal Generator utilizes thick bludgeoning riffs to make its point, then sorely beating you over the head with dissonant leads, while synths, choral keys, and ambiance peak out amid the towering punishment like curious extraterrestrials. Riffs are the real world-eaters, however, as tracks “Cryogenian,” the title track, and “Obelisk” offer cutthroat insanity and frantic intensity that hit with the weight of colliding stars. Dwelling in warped melodics, “Askesis,” “Ancient Civilizations,” “Xiphoid” and closer “Encephalon” put scathing dissonance and squealing pinch harmonics ahead of chunky riffs, adding greater avant-garde weight to the intensity. Contrary to Macrocosmos, Fractal Generator manages to add honed dynamics, as tracks like “Ciphertext,” “Obelisk,” and opener “Cryogenian” infuse more atmospheric tricks that add greater contrast to the punishment, making them excellent cosmic mile markers in galaxies riddled with brutality. Contrary to Macrocosmos, Convergence is a far denser affair, which fits its more destructive tendencies, as brutal death metal’s familiarly squelching guitar gurgle is far more actualized.

Fractal Generator’s motto is “loud and proud and weird,” and with its scant appearances of wonky atmosphere, Convergence still manages to create something completely alien. While calling the act “the deathgrind Artificial Brain” is fair in theory, Fractal Generator still adheres to its sterile depiction. While the denser production fits the deathgrind a la cosmicism mold, it also creates more of an issue with the audibility of some elements, as tracks like “Convergence” and “Algorithmic Pathways” find leads and snare drowned out in the thicker interpretation, worsened further by abrupt passage and tonal shifts. Perhaps unsurprising, vocals are largely one-dimensional throughout Convergence, relying on a subterranean roar, while bass remains nearly nonexistent.

In spite of its more suffocating feel, Convergence feels far more dangerous than its predecessor, vicious and refined compared to Macrocosmos’ strange blend of organic breathability and sterile precision. Fractal Generator’s sound is unique, its dissonance-on-alien-steroids formula slowly making solar waves in crowded deathgrind and dissonant death. Convergence is a step in the right direction, as it begins to cement its creators as the wrong divine and cosmic forces to fuck with, but Fractal Generator needs a connecting point to its audience beyond alien intensity and otherworldly squelching. Meantime, you can let this trio wreck you with the intensity of a thousand suns with Convergence.

Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: fractalgeneratorofficial.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/fractualgeneratorofficial
Released Worldwide: June 6th, 2024

#2024 #35 #ArtificialBrain #Benighted #BrutalDeathMetal #CanadianMetal #Convergence #Deathgrind #DissonantDeathMetal #EverlastingSpewRecords #FractalGenerator #Gigan #Jun24 #Portal #Review #Reviews #Serocs #TechnicalBrutalDeathMetal #TechnicalDeathMetal

2024-01-10

Engulf – The Dying Planet Weeps Review

By Kenstrosity

New year, new sponge, same gig. What a better way to kick off 2024 than with some brutal, slightly proggy, slightly technical death metal! How serendipitous it was, then, that Engulf finally dropped their debut LP The Dying Planet Weeps upon my eager lap. Complete with very nice artwork and a remarkably rich and warm production, The Dying Planet Weeps aims to make a mockery of my scoring average as early in the year as it possibly can. Read on to find out if it does indeed embarrass me with all of its brutalizing riches.

Metallum suggests that Engulf’s closest relative is Morbid Angel. Given what I’ve heard so far of both acts, I see the resemblance. However, the first companions that come to mind for me are Atrae Bilis, Eximperitus, Hath, a touch of Gorguts, and a twist of Asphyx. With such heavy hitters as compatriots, two things become clear. Firstly, Engulf set themselves up with gargantuan shoes to fill, risking it all to make a name for themselves next to far more established bands with high pedigree. Secondly, The Dying Planet Weeps will undoubtedly appeal to almost anyone who likes death metal. Raunchy, slithering, and unnervingly catchy, mastermind and multi-instrumentalist Hal Microutsicos’ riffs and multifaceted rhythms cut deep and lodge themselves inside the brain like a botfly. While those riffs gestate in my cranium, Hal’s retching roars and rasps, highly reminiscent of Martin Van Drunen’s style of explusion, create a delightfully decipherable treatise on environmental devastation. At a tight and muscular thirty-six minutes, The Dying Planet Weeps practically begs for repeat spins. Meanwhile, the songwriting’s unstoppable momentum ensures that the album needn’t have begged, for repeat spins are inevitable.

With “Withered Suns Collapse,” Engulf do something rarified in metal: integrate any and all atmospheric introductions into the opener proper. Thankfully, this one is short and effective, leading you to a blistering, bouncy riff vaguely reminiscent of Abysmal Torment‘s “The Misanthrope.” A great way to kick a record into gear, indeed, but the song evolves further. By introducing harmonized variations of the song’s main theme, Hal proves himself a versatile songwriter who understands the critical importance of layering and detailing in this kind of music. This strategy carries over into follow-up tracks “Bellows of the Aether,” “The Nefarious Hive,” and the Atrae Bilis-writes-for-Hath closer proper “Earthbore.” However, Hal’s skill as a songwriter and performer reaches its peak in album highlights “Ominous Grandeur” and “Lunar Scourge.” These two songs, coming it at the record’s midpoint, match the regal grandeur of Eximperitus and pair it with Hath’s ferocious melodicism. At the same time, there’s a certain measure of introspection and a subtle sadness to these songs that add interesting and affecting dynamics to the experience, allowing the record to leave a lasting mark after it comes to a close.

How the album comes to a close, interestingly, unveils its first and most confusing misfire. Why Engulf decided to separate the closing title track as its own instrumental is beyond me, as the piece is so seamlessly tied to its companion “Earthbore” musically that I’ve never once registered when the shift in track listing occurs. It’s a nonsensical decision that adds nothing of substance to the record. Aside from that bizarre, albeit small, choice, The Dying Planet Weeps truly only suffers when compared to its influences. No bad songs exist here, but some of the less compelling tracks like “The Nefarious Hive” and “Plagued Oblivion” aren’t particularly memorable, and even the stronger pieces lack distinction from their influences. There are too many riffs, patterns, and songwriting pathways in here that sound derivative of older works by longer-lived bands (note the way “The Nefarious Hive” follows almost the exact blueprint used in several tracks on Atrae Bilis’s Apexapien). In those sections, I lose myself to fond memories of other acts’ material instead of fully investing my time and energy embedded within Engulf’s.

Nonetheless, Hal has much to be proud of in The Dying Planet Weeps. As a debut, the professionalism with which it is produced, performed, and written is nothing short of admirable. However, Hal still needs to find his own voice to better inform his undeniable talent. Once he finds that unique voice, Engulf could very quickly become a standout in a field of already excellent death metal creators. Good luck, Hal!

Rating: Good!
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: engulfdm.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/engulfdm
Releases Worldwide: January 12th, 2024

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2023-12-14

Revulsed – Cerebral Contamination Review

By Kenstrosity

Eight years ago, Australian brutal death duo Revulsed dropped one of the most overlooked slabs of quality murderizing, Infernal Atrocity. Dripping with grimy licks, slithering riffs, and enough pinch harmonics to pop your nipples right off your torso, Infernal Atrocity demanded the attention of all who would encounter it. The fact that it was the band’s debut outing makes it only that much more impressive. Now it’s 2023, going on 2024. Revulsed found their way into Everlasting Spew’s roster, and at long last sophomore follow-up Cerebral Contamination prepares for ultimate unleashment.

Extreme guttural evisceration is the name of Revulsed’s game, and in the eight years spanning between releases, nothing about that changed even one itty bitty bit. Their slimy Suffocation meets Defeated Sanity meets Unfathomable Ruination style remains as intact as ever, boasting deceptively hooky riffs wrapped around gnarled compositions that will challenge the mind as much as they will destroy the spine. At a tight and trim thirty-five minutes spread out over ten songs (and one superfluous intro), Cerebral Contamination makes quick work of flaying your flesh with the sound of music brutal death metal, all narrated by a battalion of subterranean gurgles. On the production side of things, Cerebral Contamination takes a minor hit compared to Infernal Atrocity. While the latter sounded suitably rough and gritty, this new outing suffers from relatively high gloss, vocals that present a bit too far forward in the mix, and some plastic-sounding bass triggers. Nonetheless, most listeners won’t be offended so long as they remain focused on crushing riffs, undulating song structures, and ugly vox—just as they ought to be.

Cerebral Contamination may be brutal, complex, and bludgeoning, but it somehow lacks the same feral vitality of Infernal Atrocity. Surely this issue doesn’t originate from a dearth of pure, murderous energy, as opener proper “Equitable Sufferance” clearly demonstrates with its serrated riffs and vicious blasts. “Asomatous Existence” similarly grooves and swerves just as hard as Revulsed’s prior highlights like “Transmutational Craniotomy,” so the problem does not lie in the band’s sense of rhythm. Rather, my reservations about Cerebral Contamination come from a place of memorability and distinction. This material, while incredibly heavy and suitably dense for the style, lacks the same palpable, animalistic ferocity that helped distinguish the band’s unstoppable debut. As a result of this shortcoming, most deeply felt in Cerebral Contamination’s first three and last two tracks, Revulsed’s latest treads a little too close to the term “generic” a little too often for my tastes.

That being said, there’s no denying that Revulsed are pros, unreasonably talented, and fully capable of razing the ground without mercy. “Delusional Servitude” serves as the first example of the band firing on all cylinders, blisteringly fast while remaining coherent and deliriously hooky. In fact, Cerebral Contamination’s entire midsection—spanning from track four all the way through track nine—houses Revulsed’s absolute best material. “Beyond the Depths of the Subconscious” riffs and noodles like the most vicious Suffocation track on speed and bath salts. “Perditional Enslavement” boasts its Defeated Sanity and Afterbirth heritage proudly, squealing with all of the wonderfully pinched, wriggling glee that you’d expect from a brutal band with such inspirations. Album highlights “Nefarious Devourment” and “Inconceivable Hallucinations” push even further, taking that heritage and shoving past it through excellent use of cymbal trickery, novel songwriting twists, and excessively groovy riffs that remind me only vaguely of Unbirth. Ultimately, these two tracks not only represent pure, untainted Revulsed, but also their current career best.

If Revulsed stuffed Cerebral Contaminations with songs of the same elevated caliber as the aforementioned “Nefarious Devourment,” the rating you see below would be higher. However, because this material sometimes lacks the same indelible zing that made Infernal Atrocity feel special—and because Revulsed clings too closely to their colleagues to truly stand-alone—my recommendation comes with small caveats. While not quite the barnstormer that is Infernal Atrocity, Cerebral Contamination remains a very good brutal death metal record that solidifies Revulsed as a major contender in the scene.

Rating: Very Good
DR: 51 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: revulsed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/RevulsedDM
Releases Worldwide: December 15th, 2023

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2023-11-30

Convocation – No Dawn for the Caliginous Night Review

By Cherd

In the wretched realms of death metal, Finland’s Lauri Laaksonen is a known commodity. After a five-year stint in Sear, LL, as he’s credited on most liner notes, founded the beastly Desolate Shrine in 2010. We here at AMG have for the most part fawned in a most undignified manner over that project’s output. On the strength of that discography alone, LL could hold his head high among his most celebrated death metal contemporaries. But his impact on the genre doesn’t end there. Since 2018, LL has released some of the very finest slabs of demoralizing deathly doom in recent memory through his band Convocation. Between debut Scars Across and follow-up Ashes Coalesce, Convocation gave us eight massive cuts of ponderous death doom that often strays into dilatory funeral doom of a stately mien. We now come to the third album of LL’s secondary project, No Dawn for the Caliginous Night, and the approach is largely the same with one noticeable augmentation. When measuring out his ingredients for this particular recipe, our boy got to “towering majesty,” mistook for gallons what should have been ounces and added several orders of magnitude more than was called for.

On Convocation’s debut, there was a definite Evoken vibe to songs like “Ruins of Ourselves” and “Allied POWs,” but Ashes Coalesce saw them moving toward a sound more their own, built on subtle mood shifts and a multi-layered vocal attack courtesy of Waste of Space Orchestra’s Marko Neuman. Neuman is in similar form on No Dawn for the Caliginous Night—more on that in a bit—but “subtle” is no longer a word that applies to the music. In fact, hold up that word to No Dawn… and it will melt into a streak of fire like a space rock burning up upon its descent into Earth’s atmosphere. By the time you reach the halfway point in opening track “Graveless yet Dead,” you’ve heard swirling organs, ominous violins, harmonized choirs, riffs that measure their gravity on the scale of celestial bodies, and Neuman’s enormous death roar. The whole thing keeps escalating like a light growing in intensity until, nearly blinding, a biblically accurate angel emerges with its six wings and concentric wheels full of eyes and multiple heads and burnished bronze appendages and it bellows in an inhuman voice, “B̴̧̈E̴͝ͅ ̸̫̈Ń̷̦Ò̸̭T̸̜̈́ ̸̟̄A̷͈͌F̵̯̊R̴̳̽Ā̷͇I̸̜͊D̶͈͛.”

No Dawn… maintains this monumental scale for its full 48-minute runtime, but smart songwriting and a symmetrical album structure keep all that grandeur from feeling one-note. With the instrumental track “Between Aether and Land” acting as a sort of intermission, the two tracks before it present at once sublime and terrifying death doom that never dips below white-knuckle intensity. Convocation may interject passages of clean guitar lines and overt gentleness, like the one found halfway through “Atychiphobia,” but these are will-o’-the-wisps, false lights in the darkness they use to lure you into compliance before unleashing their nastiest riffs and most harrowing tectonic shifts. After the pivotal instrumental, the last two tracks are much more funereal. “Lepers and Derelicts” is the standout, if one must be chosen, with its lugubrious aura and methodically measured guitar line motif, like a bell tolling over a cemetery.

As with 2020’s Ashes Coalesce, Neuman’s impressively variegated vocal performance lifts the already stellar material on No Dawn… to a level beyond that of the band’s death doom peers. Blessed with an ideal death roar, he really knows when to let it fly, like when he expends every ounce of vein-popping energy as a counterpoint to the album’s most traditionally mournful instrumentation on closer “Procession.” Meanwhile, his judiciously applied cleans crash through the opiate haze of “Lepers and Derelicts” to carry the song to giddy heights in its final minutes. Rock solid as his performance is throughout, the most unforgettable moment is when he discharges a blood-freezing banshee wail in “Atychiphobia,” a trick he repeats to bring “Lepers and Derelicts” freefalling back to earth in its final seconds. Early in my listening, I considered the instrumental track a drawback. Now I see it as a theatrical intermission; a necessary respite from the otherwise unrelenting intensity Neuman brings to LL’s project.

I loved both of Convocation’s previous records. With No Dawn for the Caliginous Night, LL and Neuman have completed their transformation from practitioners of impressive, if well-trod death doom to a unique voice in the ranks of funerophiles. This is a towering celebration of death’s enormity, packaged in the heaviest and most shimmering of vessels.

Rating: 4.5/5.0
DR: 9 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Everlasting Spew Records
Websites: everlastingspewrecords.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/ConvocationDoom
Releases Worldwide: November 24th, 2023

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