Bakerteam Records has started off the year with a blinding unleashing of irresistible extreme metal. In a twin upper cut of aggressive magnificence the label has released the newest assault of deathcore malice from Straight On Target and on the same day this week let loose the new corruption from Italian psyche grooved death metallers Infernal Poetry. Paraphiliac, their fourth album and first with Bakerteam, is a masterful outpouring of venomous destructive passion through a caustic tempest of contagious compulsion. Like the release from their label mates, the new album does not worry the heart of uncharted territories preferring to use the weaponry available but again like their compatriots has turned it into a sensational and invigorating assault for ear and heart.
With the roar of bands such as Devildriver, Cryptopsy, and Bloodsimple amongst others to its presence, Paraphiliac is an explosive violation of exhausting intensity, impressive technical malefaction, and infection causing imagination. It immediately takes charge of the senses and passions with no thought for subtlety or gentle persuasion, instead ripping the flesh from the ear and force feeding its delicious and virulent energy not to forget enterprise through to the core. Having been formed in 1996 it is surprising and disappointing this is the first time the band has come to our notice but now they have come into view and infected, they and their album hold a tight grip.
Following on from their acclaimed album Nervous System Failure of 2009, Infernal Poetry has forged a release which devours the soul. As mentioned it storms paths arguably well-trodden by other bands but turns them into turbulent and erosive journeys newly heard and felt. The album fuses to its sound everything from groove metal and grind to at times a bedlamic melodic teasing which almost touches avant-garde. The album within a recognisable and thrilling tempest of sound and energy is unpredictable and enthralling, each song an incessant maelstrom of intensity and anger which leaves one in lust for the new yet familiar overwhelming brutality.
Off the brief coarse ambience of intro Preliminaries, the album ignites with Stumps, a track which claws at the ear before turning into an insidious brawl of intensive abuse and invention. The vocals of Paolo Ojetti squall and crawl all over the senses with malevolent provocation whilst the rhythms of drummer Alessandro Vagnoni and the ravenous bass of Alessandro Infusini lay aggressive shadows and weight upon the under sieged ear. It is an intimidating presence veined by an impressive melodic intrigue offered by guitarists Daniele Galassi and Christian Morbidoni from within their constant blaze of unforgiving riffs. By mid-way the Ancona hailing quintet has seduced the passions with their turbulent onslaught and from there on in through the rest of the album just work deeper into the psyche and heart.
The irresistible rage continues unrelentingly through the likes of the outstanding In Glorious Orgy and Everything Means “I”. The first is an erosive rub with a sonic groove as persistent and nasty as a swarm of hornets and the continuing great deeply grazing vocals of Ojetti. The song sweeps into less intrusive winds at times, an almost progressive lilt adding potent whispers to the simmering fire of the moment though for the main the track is a flaming furnace of intense and raw intent. The second of the two also takes one on a varied and shifting trip of burning invention and twisted experiences. A feisty inviting groove flares from within the bruising course of the track with a wanton teasing at times to offer extra irresistible invitations to the enveloping abrasion. The track also adds a magnetic sonic aside which lights bolder fires within for its craft and imagination but like its companion both songs as excellent as they are pale against the song which splits them.
Hypertrophic Jellyfish is sensational, a track which fingers every lustful demands you could want from a song for the deepest pleasure. It is a stomping encounter of thumping rhythms, acidic discord, and a fury of schizophrenic grooves and insane melodic wantonness, all fuelled by an insane breath which disturbs as much as it excites. One of the best songs to bless our ears in recent times it is the loftiest pinnacle on the album of constant highlights.
Through songs such as the ruinous Cartilages, the distress touching satyric The Miss-Treated, and the grievous Paraphilias to mention just another three, Paraphiliac continually lays rich ravishing rewards and far reaching satisfaction on the senses. Extreme metal is off to a stunning year and Infernal Poetry to the fore of the reason why.
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