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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Flayed Disciple: Death Hammer

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    Death Hammer is the debut album from UK extreme metallers Flayed Disciple, a release which might not venture into new pastures with the impressive thrash fuelled death metal it and the band unleash upon the ear, but one which leaves demands and expectations not only fully satisfied but basking in accomplished invigorating splendour.  Released via Grindscene Records, the album is a rabid storm of debilitating rhythms, carnivorous riffs, and devouring intensity which endorses why the band is garnering strong acclaim.

Formed in 209, the Taunton quintet of vocalist Tim Whyte, guitarists Thurston Howe and Jon Whitfield (lead and rhythms respectively), bassist Paul Williams, and drummer Phil Tolfree, has earned great respect through their earlier release the Drawn Viscera EP of 2009 and live performances which have seen them play prestigious festivals such as The Neurotic Deathfest and Bloodstock, as well as numerous shows around the UK alongside bands like Cerebral Bore and Aeon. The tail of last year saw the band sign with Grindscene Records leading to the recording of their first album with producer Chris Fielding this past February.

Stalking the same extreme realms as the likes of Cannibal Corpse, Immolation, Deicide, and Exodus, the five piece rampage with constant brutality and skill from the first note of the album to its very last. Their fusion of thrash and death metal leaves a blissful carcass in its wake, a breathless collection of senses which whilst not treated to majorly new invention is lost to a towering and magnificent tempest of aggression and creative intensity. It is high grade destructive metal, carnal rock n roll which constantly and deeply rewards whilst simultaneously sapping the strength from its recipients.

The album begins its unleashing of spiteful corrosive energies with Bring Down The Hammer, an ear chewing stomp of ravenous riffs, crippling rhythms, and sound bites submerged within the brawling weight of energy. It is an initial confrontation softening the senses for the tsunami of viciousness to come starting with The Westboro Massacre. The song plunders the body with the bone splintering violence of drummer Tolfree lashing out from the midst of the squalling sonic display of the guitars as well as their ravishing riffs. The guttural growls of Whyte are bestial in the extreme but offer clarity to grasp and be impacted by the lyrical strikes as forcibly as the crushing sounds. It is an intensive start which just inspires the need to dive into the heart of the album.

Interceptor and Feast In The Forest Of Impaled Bodies conjure up the blackened sonic devil next, both carrying veins of sadistic brooding malevolence which erodes the senses as the thrash urgency and persistence batters and saps the flesh. They complete their bruising with aggressive layers and unmistakable craft of the band deliberately placed to work on the already sore and merciless wounds caused by the release. It is a masterful display commanding only respect and praise which excels throughout the whole of the album.

    Exodus is another terrific violation drawing only acclaim and just one of the continuous highlights offered, though all fall to the towering might of The Shrine Of Dahmer. The track is a colossus amongst giants and one which is merciless in its destructive intent and venomous breath. Completely infectious without losing its intimidation, the song is a riot of imaginative butchery and compelling invention.

The remaining quartet of songs are all equal to the previous triumphs, Bleaching In The Sun and Torsofucked rasping incursions of nastiness especially the latter of the pair, and the closing Ejaculate While Killing and Pig sheer maliciousness, the first through inspired sonic mastery of the guitars and the last just because it is pure evil in all aspects.

Death Hammer is an excellent album which all metal fans will take to their shadowed bosoms once entering its grievous annihilation. Flayed Disciple maybe have yet to find a unique voice to their unadulterated murderous creativity but the album show it hardly holds them back from being a notable entrant in extreme metal.

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Grand Ultra: No Sympathy

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Though not really a genre of music to get a furnace of positive emotions raging within us here, heavy metal when crafted with an adventurous freshness and hunger is something which can at times raise the temperature as a welcome and pleasing riotous companion. UK band Grand Ultra is one such encounter which brings extra additives and imagination to an eighties seeded metal sound, and one who as shown by their new release No Sympathy, can rile up and ignite any stage, party and classic metal heart, let alone us.

From the Midlands, Grand Ultra since sowing its seeds in 2007 has earned and built a strong reputation around their region thanks to their live performances and heavy metal induced sounds. They began when vocalist Joe Hill disillusioned with his current project, began writing with guitarist Justin Larner who replied to an online ad from the singer. A few line-up changes occurred before finding stability with the addition of bassist Stuart Wildey and drummer Gary Evans in 2010. From this point the band just erupted into a formidable presence with their live debut and subsequent shows all gaining critical acclaim and a flourishing eager fan base. The following year saw the release of two tracks, both also featuring on the new EP, to earn further attention and praise upon band and record. No Sympathy is the next step in the rise of Grand Ultra and a riotous slab of mischievous pleasure it is too.

Sirens herald the approaching boisterous storm as the opener and title track unleashes a flurry of sinewy riffs and fine vocals from 664964_10151282975626061_89143377_oHill. The track is soon a rampant feast of energy and metal aggression soaked in fluid melodies and electrified craft. It is a well-shaped song which fuses elements of thrash and classic rock into its muscular and compelling tempest of energies making for an encounter which checks off all the needs and desires of metal and rock fans.

The same can be said of the following Home Is Where The Heart Is and Get Your Rocks Off. Both songs, as with their predecessor, are fuelled by impressive guitar invention and melodic enterprise speared by forceful anthemic rhythms from the drums and the great heavy voice of the bass. The first of the pair is as immense as the first track; vocally Hill and the great group harmonies leading to another anthem bearing breath from the song whilst the sounds bustling around them manipulate limbs to do their energetic bidding. The second of the two is more of the same but distinct in sound and structure. It is a bar room bruiser with tightly twisting grooves and incendiary sonic displays of the guitar from Larner. Infectious in the extreme and passion inciting in its restrained sultry moments, the track is another delicious brew of melodic rock borne of classic and modern intent.

For personal tastes the release does tail off slightly from here on in but only because of the quality of the first three songs than from any lacking of substance the following old school metal based triple threat which completes the EP. Guns At Dawn is a harder proposition which whilst lessening the anthem lures still manages to be as catchy as anywhere else on the release whilst Alone Tonight steps right out from the eighties as if they were for an engagement which will thrill lovers of those times. Arguably there is a stronger emphasis on those classic elements on the pair of tracks which also goes towards their less effective gait for personal tastes here but both are undeniably accomplished and delivered with a rascally flair and impressive craft which still grabs strong grip on a satisfied ear.

Final song Goodbye Angel sees the full range and strength of vocalist Hill, its and his early ballad presence reminding a little of The Mission. The track soon creates flames of sonic invention and feisty energetic appetite to excite the senses. It is another classically soaked slab of metal which completes with fine style an excellent release.

If Grand Ultra is still an undiscovered pleasure for you than No Sympathy is the perfect gateway to their honest and thrilling sounds. You may not find anything particularly new upon the release but a compulsive and pleasing brawl of fun is a certain reward just awaiting your visit.

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GARS: Gruzy absolutu, rewizja symboli

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The new album from Polish melodic post hardcore band GARS is a formidable landscape of open emotions and weighted textures which find home in a realm of depressive and shadowed cloaked atmospheres. Dealing with aspects of human tragedy, madness, and personal conflict, it is a release which is fully evocative even though lyrically the Polish only delivery hides the full extent of what one imagines is content as impacting as that of the sounds.

Released on No Sanctuary Records, Gruzy absolutu, rewizja symboli is the second album from the band following on from their debut full length Gdzie akcja rozwija się of last year and their Numer zero EP of 2008. The quintet of vocalist Przemysław Lebiedziński, guitarists Jakub Rusakow and Radek Skowroński, bassist Adam Piskorz, and Miłosz Rusakow on drums, has according to the promo for the new album brought a heavier slower gaited presence than before. This being our first introduction we can only go by that statement but certainly the consuming intensity and fully enveloping richness of the pessimistic coated sounds and massive consumption permeating them gives firm evidence to this evolution of the band’s sound. It is a superbly crafted blend of raging aggression and melodic elegance seamlessly and skilfully entwined for an impressive and enthralling result. As raw as it is heatedly engaging, the album is a triumph which lights up the passions and without doubt one of the highlight releases of the year.

Mixed and mastered by producer Jack Endino (Nirvana, Skin Yard, Mudhoney), the album has a clear and uncluttered sound which gars_okladkaallows all the subtle and imagination elements to find clarity and union within the harsh uncompromising overall breath of the release. It starts with the initially blistered air of opener 101112, an instrumental which connects to and ignites emotions, its tonal evocation and melodramatic strings inspiring dark imagery. This merges into the following confrontation of 270492. The track begins with the same subdued whisper of the starter around a spine of sinewy rhythms and hard staring bass riffs. Into its stride the song brews a caustic cloud of sonic grazing and vocal squalls, all short of furnace intensity but fully impacting in their effect. Continuing to blend the gentler and coarser elements with ease the track is a potent full beginning to the release.

The stark yet fiery stances of 280908 and 111111 both capture the imagination next with their sizzling hot guitar weaves, prowling basslines, and drums which are as uncompromising as they are unpredictably inventive. The first of the two has a shifting distressed presence with despondence, anger, and darkness of the heart pervading ingredients upon the senses. It is the melancholic strings which kiss the air at the climax of the track though which leave the biggest impression to fire up further emotive thoughts. The second is a similarly shaped track in sound which a twist of dual vocals to its passage and great drone like qualities to the groove which appears throughout, not forgetting the ferocious climactic fire it finishes on. If there is any ‘flaw’ with the release it is a similarity in what are admittedly few rather than many moments on the album but it can at times cause a blending of songs if not giving full focus to  them as with this pair.

This is not something you can place upon the best track on the album 01054. It is an abrasive pleasure, every member spoiling peace with their distinct intimidating skills and corrosive sounds. The first part of the song is a crawling sonic infestation which evolves into the eventual groove metal beast of insidious infectiousness and mesmeric contagious grooves. It is a glorious violation which out shines the other impressive slabs of excellent aural attitude.

Completed by the sprawling density and acid of 260112, the synapse challenging climate of 271005, and 120399 with the returning strings accompanied by a gorgeous female voice again emerging the senses in overwhelming yet magnetic atmospheres, the album is an outstanding encounter which fans of bands ranging from Neurosis, Amen Ra, and Deftones will find a deep resonance with. Accomplished in quality and individual skills, and powerful in ambience and atmospheric manipulation, Gruzy absolutu, rewizja symboli is a should investigate release.

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