Smothering the senses in the caustic excrement of hostility and a ravenous malevolence of blasphemy, The Last Hope Of Humanity the new album from Italian extreme metallers Necromessiah is a ferocious and fearsome confrontation which you only want to devour. It is a violation which emerges as a thoroughly compelling and exhilarating antagonist leaving exhaustion and satisfaction as its lingering toxicity. Raw and uncompromising, and at times a victim to similarity across its malicious venture, the album is a raging torrent of blackened thrash/heavy metal which ultimately only seduces the emotions and thoughts, if in a harsh, destructive, bordering bedlamic way.
Formed in 2002 the band has unleashed their self-acclaimed ‘Heavy-Powered Death & Roll’ in the venomous forms of releases such as first demo In nomine deus quad ecclesias igne absumor, their debut album Instar Gladii in corporem Christ… of 2004, its successor Antiklerical Terroristik Death Squad of 2007, and a split 7″ EP called The Oath Of Bacco Militia with Dewarsteiner. Tours and shows across the UK and Italy have also earned the band a strong reputation which the 2010 released EP Get Ready and the Unleash Disorder EP of last year has cemented further. Signing with Punishment 18 Records for the release of The Last Hope Of Humanity, the trio of vocalist/guitarist NecroManiac, bassist SGT Baal, and drummer Darken are poised to take a leap up the recognition ladder. It is not an album one suspects to break them into the biggest spotlight but one certainly to ignite a new legion of ravenous followers to their malignant creativity.
From the forty five second maelstrom of sonic bestiality and pit borne hellishness that is Opening the Gates the album explodes into view with Returned from Hell, sulphur fumes spiralling off of its grooves within an aggressive cage of rhythmic spite. The vocals are equally as noxious in their guttural squalling and demonically coated appetite, and though they initially take time to acclimatise to are the bearers of the blackest serpentine shadows and depths alongside a thrash seeded fury which is more compelling than fearsome but thoroughly riveting.
Next up Bio Terror Beast snarls with bass rabidity from the very start before the guitars and drums stomp all over the senses with premeditated savagery and organic virulence, their bait breeding a tighter grip on attention and hunger than its predecessor sparked. The merciless clawing of riffs and the rhythmic barrage give no peace or mercy to the listener whilst the sonic invention of the guitar which explores the ear is a flailing lure which only accelerates the contagion of the song. There is a swagger and groove to the track which equally steers its temptation, a lure that is equally apparent in different infectious guises on other tracks such as the following Pedo Priest, the track a caustic thrash steeled predation which scars and bruises whilst simultaneously chewing rabidly upon the senses. As mentioned without close attention there is a general similar scourge across the songs, this track an open example but beneath there is an insidious invention working away to almost secretively enslave the imagination and appetite of its recipient.
The likes of the vigorously envenomed Dead or Alive and the sonically baneful pestilence that is Kill the Pope taunt and ravage the senses with brutality and injurious adventure to continue the strong presence of the album but they and all before are soon left in the shadow of the two biggest pinnacles of the album. Arm Your Machine Gun is a malignant contagious march on the senses with a hoard like attack of riffs and rhythmic punctuation to rival its animosity and enterprising barbarity. Vocals and guitars combine to form a sadistic frontal attack which leads to greater hunger and pleasure as they prepare the bloodied ground for the appearance of the brilliant Don’t Touch My Glass. A more intensive barbarous growl and sanguinity coats the guitars from its first breath, whilst an already strongly hinted Motorhead essence has a louder wind to its sail across the hostile truculence to ignite real ardour.
Unleash Disorder stands toe to toe with the previous pair providing the album with a more potent and towering second half to its still impressive first, the song another unbridled tempestuous assault of air sucking, bone shuddering rhythmic craft and sonic pugnacity. The brief gladiatorial instrumental Blood Boiler makes a tasty lead into final song Goat’ N’ Roll where all the sonic whores and muscular rhythmic violations swarm and pour from Hell into a discordant yet greedily flavoursome quarrel of an encounter. It makes the an outstanding mountainous close to an equally heady ride of thrash driven, black coated, metal veined heavy rock ‘n’ roll.
With the wares to appeal to fans of Motorhead, Venom, Sodom, and Impaled Nazarene, but truthfully all extreme metal and thrash fans, the album is the next major step in what looks like a certain elevation in stature for Necromessiah. It bites, it destroys, but The Last Hope Of Humanity is an intrusion hard to resist.
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