The Last Ten Seconds Of Life – Invivo[Exvivo]

 

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    With more of a storm than a buzz brewing up around US metallers The Last Ten Seconds Of Life, the Mansfield, Pennsylvania quartet unleash their new album Invivo[Exvivo] to ravage not only their already seemingly submissive homeland but equally Europe and the UK. Ten tracks of virulently malicious and ridiculously compelling extreme provocation the album is a ferocious mix of filth clad aural brutality. A voracious maelstrom of everything from deathcore to grind, groove to nu metal and a flood of plenty more essences poisoning its vitriolic glory, the band’s sound takes no prisoners but neither does it leave the listener searching for rapacious imagination or feverishly rewarding adventure. Some of the tracks take longer to pull a submission than others from the passions but ultimately all succeed on one quite exhausting and riveting scourge.

     Formed in 2010 and consisting of guitarist and songwriter Wyatt McLaughlin, vocalist Storm Strope, bassist Anthony Madara, and drummer Christian Fisher, The Last Ten Seconds Of Life not only build on but stretch strenuously the seeds sown and bred on previous releases, the Justice EP of 2010, debut album Know Your Exits in 2011, and the Warpath EP of the following year. Invivo[Exvivo] takes everything to new impacting levels, its impressive savagery and inventiveness the band at a new vicious creative height. Released by Workhorse Music, it is fair to say that the album is not quite the perfect beast, at times missing a few opportunities in a torrent of successes to tantalise as it rips out the jugular, but there is never a moment or second offered which does not flare up the senses and passions into an excited state.

      Engineered by Grant McFarland and produced by Carson Slovak (August Burns Read, Texas in July), Invivo[Exvivo] last10seconds_infvivo_finalcoveruncages Fertile Steps first to leap upon and savage the senses. The opening breath of the song is an antagonistic brawl and things only intensify as rhythms punch and slap with merciless and spite whilst riffs grind out insidious grooves around the impressive varied venomous squalls of Strope. From the first minute of his appearance the vocalist impresses and leaves ears as hungry for his destructive narrative as the carnivorous sounds around him. The track itself has a definite Slipknot meets Carcass feel at times but also with an unrelenting drench of Pig Destroyer saliva soaking the results.

    The immense and thrilling start is soon taken up and further by False Awakening and the following A Dime A Dozen, both sonic carnivores which tear through the ears with an intensive heavyweight predation and rhythmic stalking. The first comes from the violent throes of demons, in tone and effect soaked vocals which mingle with the guttural spewing which spills bile with every outpouring. The track stomps as it comes to an early conclusion allowing a breath to be swallowed before its successor produces a pestilential fury of unpredictable and persistently shifting sounds and flavours. Grooves and carnal riffery are irresistible bait in the torrential contagion and malevolently cantankerous heart of the confrontation. It is the first major pinnacle of the album though not that many steps above what came before to be honest such the impressive start of the album.

     Numbskull is the nasty spawn of a hard core and grind union; a track which rampages over and slowly preys on its victim with a continually switching creative intent, again a Slipknot like prompting with Devildriver animosity and Brutal Truth hatred a suggestive texture. It is a downtuned sonic pestilence easy to be consumed by and drool over as is the next up tide of ferocity The Face, a track which scars and seduces simultaneously though both abilities come with an untamed rapacious corrosion.

    Morality emerges from a winding sonic enticement initially before placing itself intimidatingly around the ears to take rhythmic and melodically bred violent swipes. It is a striking entrance but soon losing a part of its compulsion as it employs spoken vocals/sample within a maze of guitar sculpted descriptive noise. The track is strong and constantly slipping in a prod at the appetite but is devoid of the spark which made the previous tracks so irresistible. Arguably the song is too adventurous for its own good and certainly there is not the same fluidity linking all its imagination as that impressive elsewhere on the release. Its ‘weakness’ is instantly amended by Haste Makes Waste and Deadfast though, the first a magnetic tsunami of intensity speared by a great and varied swinish vocal delivery from Strope yet again. The second of the two is another best track contender, niggling hypnotic grooves opening up the throat of the song before its roar and ferocity storms the barricades with a delicious part hardcore, part industrial metal, and all extreme metal esurience. Relentlessly twisting its body and potent resources around and within itself, it is an exceptional blitz of ideas and flavouring which just gets better and better with a great sludgy intensity to its closing incitement.

    To be honest Skeletal took more time than any of the songs to fully convince, though it’s impossibly black and malignant heart and lethal sonic emprise was swift in its captivation. Eventually it did prove itself to be one of the strongest hatefully impressive blessings on the release. Its triumph makes way for the closing Ego Death, a seven minute plus infestation of grooves and rancorous imagination which gnaws away at and suffocates the senses with the densest malevolence jaundiced assault on the album. It completes in Invivo[Exvivo] an outstanding , absorbing, and invigorating intrusion which without being the complete devil is a demon record to make The Last Ten Seconds Of Life your next best brutal friend.

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9/10

RingMaster 16/01/2014

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Nolentia: May the Hand that Holds the Match that will Set this World on Fire be Blessed Above All

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    Is it possible to enjoy an album like May the Hand that Holds the Match that will Set this World on Fire be Blessed Above All when it is such an abrasive and destructive endurance to suffer? Quite simply yes though it took time to make its final persuasion though it might just be it wore down the defences and forced a submission. Either way by its completion the new album from French agiteurs Nolentia leaves one infernally violated but rewardingly spent.

Released through Kaotoxin Records, May the Hand… is a furnace of seventeen unbridled grindcore annihilations. Fusing a mix of grind, hardcore, doom, crust, and sonic blistering, Nolentia rip the senses into whining victims whilst simultaneously burning synapses with a venomous acid which eats away until only mental sushi is left.  As you can imagine the band which formed in 2007, is not an encounter which holds back on unleashing pain and a merciless form of intensity which permanently brands, but at times it is also a tempest with the most compelling and bewitching of grooves and imagination submerged within the full on abuse. From their first demo Sell Your Soul to Grind’n’Roll! of 2008, the band found themselves sharing stages with the likes of The Arson Project, Benighted, Dagoba, Disgorge, Imply In All, Inhume, Knut, Sylvester Staline, Textures, and more. The following year brought their debut album …One Loud Noise and It’s Gone, a release which put them on the horizon of a great many with its unpredictable squalling sounds. During the next years the Toulouse trio successfully left Brutal Grind Assault 2011 buckling under their storm with bands such as General Surgery, Maruta, and Wormrot, playing alongside bands like Atara, Exhumed, Magrudergrind, Mass Grave and Rotten Sound, and late last year the signing with Kaotoxin.

Their second album is an intense and dark monster which either invades and consumes with the predatory instinct of an exhausting 760137001720_TOX017_Nolentia_artwork_1400x1400_300malevolent swamp or just chews up and spits out the listener in a violent brawl of sonic outrage, often combining the two as with opener The Boiling Frog Principle a track which prowls with a malice which explodes into sheer nasty turbulence. As throughout the album, the bass in first song is a deliciously intimidating and bruising spoke in the wheel of sanity, its insidious breath as corrosive and threatening as the sonic discord fervour which slashes with sabre like accuracy on the ear elsewhere.

Songs like A Lament for the Road Kill and Xie Xie continue the pleasing unrelenting heavy ache in sound and effect with a varied yet uniformal sonic profanation, though they do not spark any lasting addiction to be honest. That is soon offered by the soon to revel highlights of the album starting with Too Far Gone, a song which actually recedes in its aggressive stance to unleash hypnotic rhythms and a strangely seductive melodic wooing within the persistent heavy grazing. The album as it progresses gets better and more appealing, its mid waypoint where the convincing is won in the favour of the release, brought on by tracks like the mighty caustic barracking of Wright. The song is a magnetic assault with twists in attack, pace, and invention to leave one equally intrigued and compelled as they are left smarting under its demanding assault.

Throughout the bass is a thrilling aggressor and in The Ticking of the Clock, a brutal hunger upon the ear which drives the destruction of the song deeper than ever. The dual vocals rip through flesh across every song on the album, their two levels of extremes a perfect ravishment against the equally devouring sounds and here they find their nastiest pinnacle. Gasoline and All About, the best track on the release, leave their own distinct sonic rape on the senses with the latter stealing top honours through its stalking gait and teasing sonic flamed groove which spears the thunderous ruptures which explode within the delicious inflexible grind.

May the Hand… is certainly not an album for everyone, as quite simply it is a release which either hurts or pleasures; for those who truly connect with its grindcore might though it satisfyingly does both. If the likes of Pig Destroyer, Brutal Truth, and Napalm Death hit a chord than Nolentia definitely needs an investigation, they convinced us…eventually.

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7/10

RingMaster 04/02/2013

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Haut&Court.: La vie

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If you have not yet discovered French destructors Haut&Court. then read on to learn about your first essential purchase of 2013. Formed only in June of last year with this their debut EP being unleashed in the closing weeks of the 2012, the trio from Strasbourg has announced themselves with a quite incredible and irresistible onslaught of sonic intensity driven magnificence. It is wonderfully raw and unpolished, a cancerous corruption which uses your testicles, real and imaginary, as a malevolence drawing punch ball and the senses as passion soaked whipping boys. For a debut from a band arguably still learning their craft and way around their sound it is one of the most promising and rewarding releases in a long time.

Consisting of vocalist Arnaud, guitarist Bernard, and drummer Ravind, the band has fused the essences of grind, mathcore, crust, and hardcore to name a few of the flames which heat their sound to create a sonic furnace which is tagged as mathcrust. Whatever title you wish to give it, the music is a compulsive and invigorating abrasion which just sparks rapturous reactions. Describing the release as a mix of Dillinger Escape Plan, Pig Destroyer, Kabul Golf Club, Kunz, and Extreme Noise Terror is a mere hint but the best we can do for this unique and inspiring confrontation.

Let It Burst sets to upon the ear and beyond first with its sonic squalling, corrosive breath, and vicious growling vocals. Mixing up1102917326-1 its pace and pressure throughout, the song is either gnawing away at the synapses with tight insidious manipulation or pummelling with a tempest borne energy and might. The track in hindsight is the mere appetizer for the violent imagination to follow but is still an impressive and stirring opening for the release.

The raw almost suffocating edge to the production only adds to the strength of the EP, which has its pinnacle across the remaining rages of sound. Krokodil is a sensational infestation of serpentine guitar licks, crushing rhythms, and enveloping erosive energy. The soft undergroove of the song is a sirenesque beckoning from within the scything sonics and ravenous presence of vocals, intent, and simply the song itself, all merging to consume the senses.

The excellence of the song is exceeded by the following This Genesis, a track which is like a rabid beast playing with its victim, twisting, slapping, and slicing it into a bloodied whimpering husk. It is a staggering riot of invention and sound which sucks the breath away and turns thoughts and emotions to a quivering mess. We all know the term noise annoys but here noise is an orgasmic pleasure which is continued with the almighty bruising depths of Colision. Like a tsunami of sound the track overwhelms and snakes into every corner of the psyche and heart. It is a giant brawl of rhythmic malice, guitar mayhem, and vocal spite which triggers every positive acclaim possible especially with its squirrelling hornet nest of sonic nastiness.

La Vie is completed by the aural swipe Life, an avalanche lasting less time than it takes to grab a breath and the final triumph Wasted Time For Wasted Minds. The ingenuity of the EP continues into this last slab of brilliance, its vindictive presence crawling into the deepest corners as it lies on the ear with a richly ominous weight. It is a brutal swamp of intensity to perfectly end a release for which only the highest acclaim can be offered.

With La Vie being just the first introduction for Haut&Court. it is frightening of just how immense the band could become and very exciting. Released as a name your price purchase this is the only way to start your imaginative noise driven 2013.

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RingMaster 03/01/2013

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I’ll Eat Your Face: Hot Brains Terror

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Just the title Hot Brains Terror alone had anticipation firing on all cylinders as the latest album from Irish metallers I’ll Eat Your Face lay waiting to be investigated. It ignited hopes of a sonic creature feature type release, an album casting horror soaked manipulative fingers upon the psyche and it did not disappoint though it exceeding all wishes with its sensational  encounter. The album from the Cork duo is a delicious creative incursion upon the senses which fires up a furnace of passion towards its startling sounds.

Released on Grindscene Records, Hot Brains Terror is the second album from the band and an insatiable corrosive triumph of grindcore or as the band self declare “supergrind”. It employs extra noise, psyche additives, and more to bring a unique and explosive collection of tracks, each stirring up hunger and unbridled enthusiasm for more and more.  Consisting of guitarist The BOY and drummer Barrytron, the release is made up of nine rabid raptorial instrumentals gripping and twisting thoughts and senses out of shape whilst thrilling them with glorious corruptive sonic imagination. Formed in 2006, I’ll Eat Your Face has earned strong acclaim through numerous split, EPs and releases reaching a pinnacle with previous album Irritant. The new album is another step up in quality and sound which you can only imagine the attention and acclaim around it imitating.

The first thrill is opener Weasel Tank Slime, the track emerging from a swamp ambience to unleash badgering rhythms and psychotic sonic teases from the guitars. It is a schizophrenic joy which in its slightly longer than a minute presence is too short such the pleasure given, though the band takes no time in bringing an equal contagion to the ear with Acid Worm Monsoon. This track is a caustic dance with the senses driven by ravenous snarling riffs within scorching sonic fires and seeping smouldering melodic glaze, and stunning

As the likes of the insidiously shadowed Brainwolf: Revenge of the Priest which just demands ardour with its irresistible playful groove within the corruptive dark of the song, Drowning Dogs in a Swamp with a presence and energy as unpredictable and intimidating as the sounds it uses to subjugate the heart, and the blackened  Enslaved by the Prawnmaster grip with inventive and boundary stretching enterprise, the album elevates itself to what one can only declare as classic status. It would have taken a car crash of a second half to knock the release from this early pedestal and of course that was never going to happen.

Reverse Eagle Embeastment is a perpetual swash of acidic light and magnetic brilliance from both members of the band, the rhythms a crusading adventure within the blustery sonic squalls of the guitar, and a glorious union. The majority of the pieces are short which ensures tracks never come near to over staying their welcome though arguably they also depart too soon. It is certainly not a negative though just evidence of how greedy and devoted to the immense creativity and unpredictability to each song one becomes.

The album is completed by the excellent track The Eels of Love Lake, the even more outstanding Castle of Vomiting Owls, and the titan of a closer Forever Sealed in the Electric Brains’ Melting Slug-Ray. Again each song shows the impressive diversity across the album leaving one breathless and basking in their challenging and enthralling imagination. The first of the final trio is an incessant hypnotic layering of serpentine textures alongside niggling sonic rubs which just leaves one transfixed whilst the second gnaws away at the senses, tearing their surface asunder though not before luring one in with seductive melodies and soothing caresses. Now deeply tucking into its victim the track further lashes the remnants with spiteful groove laces for a totally bewitching experience.

      Forever Sealed in the Electric Brains’ Melting Slug-Ray closes the album with a final disturbing nightmare complete with bedlam screams and primal carnage masquerading as riffs. It is a mighty end to an equally immense album. Certainly a release for fans of bands like Pig Destroyer, Cephalic Carnage, and Devilman, Hot Brains Terror stands as the best instrumental album of the year alongside 7th Direction from Stinking Lizaveta, and to the fore of all releases.

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RingMaster 11/12/2012

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Pig Destroyer: Book Burner

It has to be said that over the opening songs of Book Burner, the new grindcore corrosion from Pig Destroyer there was a slight wonder of what all the fuss was about in regard to this their forth full length release. It was not because the tracks were weak or poor, to the contrary they were as devastating and acerbic as any previous assault from the band but they just did not spark anything extra to appease the built up expectations from what had been shouted out before hearing the release. Pig Destroyer is of course a band one should never make assumptions with, even when they are directly in the ear and it was not long before the Virginian quartet had donkey punched those thoughts and fully unleashed one undeniable classic.

On a relatively quiet year for the genre, Book Burner has ignited grind and extreme metal with a fury of brutal and greedy malevolence wrapped in corrosive riffs and air extinguishing grooves. The album is arguably their best to date and easily rivals previous confrontation Phantom Limb with its possibly more concise yet equally destructive wares. Released through Relapse Records, the album thrusts nineteen tracks through the ear in thirty minutes of unbridled and uncompromising intensity fuelled by adrenaline soaked energy and uncomplicated inventive craft. It takes no prisoners and shows no mercy but what else would you expect from Pig Destroyer.

Opener Sis spits in the ear with crushing riffs and scything sonics to give an experience like being backed into a corner by a lustful bear and just as uncomfortable. The following tracks The American’s Head and The Underground Man do not hold back on the rabid intent and staggering assault either, both continuing the colossal start though as mentioned none truly spark any extended passions to what one would expect to dish out towards the band. This is not a bad thing but just made one question others unreserved praise.

Once Eve stepped forward though, things fell into place, the track itself an insatiable and intense toxic eruption of twisted meanders and senses exploiting menace. There is no respite from its intrusive sonic leers and in its mere minute plus canker, as is the usual from the band, it holds more substance and disturbed heart than most bands muster in a whole release. The maniacal grind of the melodic inflammation that is The Diplomat opens up the already forming sores with infectious ease whilst its successors, All Seeing Eye and Valleys Of The Geysers both bear mutated visions and sand blasted emotions to salt the wounds. The vocals of JR Hayes as always provide a ‘cerebral viciousness’ to match the sounds, his face to face scathing directness and provocative razor blade dissension a battering dispute which overwhelms all resistance, whilst guitarist Scott Hull and new drummer Adam Jarvis oppress and erode every atom and emotion with their merciless ferocity and creative irreverence.

Further towering highlights with Book Burner come with the brilliant Baltimore Strangler, The Bug, and the final piece of devastation to close the album, Permanent Funeral. All tracks leave one drooling in their own smouldering juices but this trio for personal tastes steer the album to further greatness. The first of the trio is a furnace of hate and intimidation cored by a delicious tight groove to beckon and seduce the senses before their demise whilst the second from its opening sample and mesmeric ambient whispers conjured with great skill by Blake Harrison, just severely stomps with unmitigated malice all over the senses, the dual vocal acidic grazing painful and fiery yet as deeply compulsive as the entwining grit laded groove. No pain no gain the saying goes and Pig Destroyer takes it to its openly fulfilling extremes.

The final song on the album is the perfect finale to complete the sanity grasping experience with relish, the persistent niggling hornet groove and bone splintering beats of Permanent Funeral as irresistible as they are deeply scarring, which sums up the album as a whole. Book Burner is easily the mighty and commanding release being declared worldwide, no arguments here, and Pig Destroyer still the band to forge grind and extreme metal a new and irrepressible presence each and every time they choose.

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RingMaster 23/10/2012

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General Surgery: A Collection of Depravation

If you are a goregrind fan and definitely a blood soaked follower of General Surgery than the release of A Collection of Depravation is a must investigate invitation. Having re-signed with Relapse Records recently the band has brought their rarer slices of bloodied mayhem from across their twenty odd years into a charnel house of pleasure in the shape of this compilation album. The thirty track medically ruptured colossus includes tracks from out of print singles, some vinyl only EP releases, unheard demos, songs that blistered compilations and also a few covers. With the release digitally remastered by Scott Hull of Pig Destroyer the result is an intense and malicious blood fest that if it is your kind of car crash tipple will please intensely, a gore hound metal treat.

General Surgery are often called Carcass clones which though it is easy to understand with the sounds the band violate with taking a definite lead from that band it has always been a harsh and uninspired comment to throw against them. Admittedly here at RR neither band has previously been high on our listening list or featured on our table of knowledge but the General Surgery sounds we have come across has always had that individual something to easily stand tall and distinct in their own right, the new release the proof.

A Collection of Depravation features almost every General Surgery line-up in their time, the members across the years having also featured in the likes of Dismember, Afflicted, Crematory, Nasum, Repugnant, Regurgitate to name a few. The release is a major slab of band and goregrind history which with its quality tracks and the considered attention given to its contents and release stands high amongst a flurry of rediscovered/re-released materials from bands in recent months.

The majority of songs on the album barely learn to count past two minutes, many much shorter but they still leave one breathless and eager for more of their intrusive festered sounds. Though their chosen structure the excellent Convival Corpose Disposal Methodology and its six minute carnage shows the band has the ability to turn their violations into an epic brutal assault just as easily and skilfully.

Personal standout tracks on A Collection of Depravation include the brilliant pair of Fulguration and Idle Teratoma Core, both offering a groove and hypnotic grind that leads one eagerly into the less welcomingly putrid blood baths elsewhere. The duo easily take top honours on the release but the likes of Mortuary Wars, Restrained Remains, Unruly Dissection Marathon, and Scalpel Infestation all are very impressive slabs of meat too as well as the excellent Xysma and Carcass covers of Foetal Mush and Empathological Necroticism respectively. There is no weak track anywhere to be fair, the proof of maybe how underrated the band have been.

A Collection of Depravation in many ways is mainly for goregrind and Swedish death metal lovers though there is plenty for other extreme metalers to get their kicks from within the release. As mentioned General Surgery has not previously been a band followed closely here but after this fine compilation a look into their other releases is certainly the next order of the day.

Ringmaster 30/03/2012

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