Promethee: Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes

Promethee - Photo    Last year the single Sickness Unto Death from Swiss metallers Promethee whipped up a strong wind of excitement and expectation for their debut album, its intrusive and enveloping storm of imagination and destructive craft a formidable step on from their earlier impressive self-titled EP. The song also made a suggestion of something remarkable in the future mists of time. Now Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes has stepped forward to answer those hopeful and eager expectations.

      The album is a staggering brute of a release, an immense tower of venom, intensity, and creative imagination. It satisfies all wishes and expectant thoughts before exceeding their limits with further ingenuity. It is fair to say the album does not rip open new avenues for melodic and progressive metal/metalcore but brings a new and invigorating interpretation of prevalent sounds from within the existing inventive sphere. In fact the album ignites real passion for its ferocious might and inventive annihilation whilst its technical skill and unpredictability has the senses dizzy whilst within a numbed state from all the malevolent abuse.  Since forming in 2008, the band has earned and garnered a deserved wealth of acclaim of which an elevation due to this outstanding album will not be a surprise, in fact is expected.

Released through Bad Moon Records, Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes is a ten track leviathan of intrusive Promethee Cover Artworkand towering sounds coated in an understanding and deeply rewarding craft. As soon as opener The Great Deception sidles up to the ear on an atmospheric raw breeze, the senses are engaged and then thrown into willing turmoil by the brawl of gnawing riffs and corrosive energy permeated by a sonic enterprise which leaves one drooling. Wanton grooves and teasing melodic shards of light shower from within the intense breath of the song to further the already brewing rapture erupting out for only the first track of the release. The guitar craft and imagination of Ludovic Lacroix and Elric Doswald is as mesmeric and captivating as it is intimidating whilst the squalling abrasion of vocalist Joshua Orsi trawls the emotions off of a spine of irresistible rhythms from bassist Mathieu Tappolet and drummer Nils Haldi to incite the primal and emotive heart.

It is a sensational combination and start continued as powerfully by the following Banner Of Lies and Buried. Both tracks rip the synapses asunder through djent spikes and merciless sonic violation, the first a malicious onslaught of devastating inventive chaos leading into the emotive tempest of the second. The latter of the pair smoulders and burns within the ear and though brief in stature lingers long after its departure though the hellacious presence of the excellent Of Loss And Disgust soon after dominates as if the only thing in the world. One of the biggest pinnacles on the album, the track throws the listener into a bedlamic fury of twisted grooves and sonic mania driven by a fierce energy and rhythmic hunger which resonates long after its last violent gasp. A perpetual wash of progressive ingenuity and melodic urgency the song also caresses and kisses the ear as tenderly if forcibly as it erodes and consumes fearsomely elsewhere.

The Geneva quintet continue the blistering confrontation through the equally immense Life/Less, a track with a depth and character dripped in turmoil and vengeance, the brief and masterful Genesis with its hybrid whispers of Korn, and The New Face Of Mankind, another varied assault of innovational expertise. All three send flames of thrilled emotion through the body only to be exceeded by the brilliant Thus Spoke and the previously mentioned single Sickness Unto Death. Thus Spoke is a muscular furnace of hypnotic sonic malice and rib cracking rhythmic tension. As with all the songs and especially the biggest triumphs on the album, the track is a continually evolving exploration of light and dark, passion and shadows which is reported through a magnitude of ingenuity and invention.

     Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes is a colossal album which offers a richer and deeper experience as well as a more impressive one the more time spent within its corruptive squall. Fusing essences marked in the likes of The Faceless, Cryptopsy, and Architects, Promethee has made the first towering statement of the year for extreme and metal in general.

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RingMaster 22/01/2013

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