Ignotum – Larvas Mortal God

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Linking up with the Ronin Agency not so long ago, Italian black/death metallers Ignotum recently released debut album Larvas Mortal God and from a strong first impression, it is a release which grabs the imagination to impress more and more with every listen. On the surface the album is an enjoyable and accomplished proposition but it is with time that is reveals its own unique character of sound and creative textures to stand out from the crowd. Whether it will emerge as a major favourite is to be seen but already the album is a temptation enticing us back again and again.

The Como band was formed in 2011 by guitarist Fabio Guereschi and seemingly made swift and strong impressions on the local scene, widening that awareness and support with the release of a well-received self-titled EP in 2013. Recorded and released as last year closed its eyes, Larvas Mortal God is the first major nudge on the strongest spotlights from the band, and one easy to see making Ignotum a wider known and thought of incitement in the extreme metal scene.

The release starts with Through Madness Reminiscience and instantly is a sonic tirade on the senses, riffs and rhythms a merciless torrent but with that hostility tempered by spirally and instantly alluring grooves. The raw and coarsely expressive vocal squalls of Marco Capuzzo lay aggressively on ears but with just enough variety to make them adventurous and as magnetic as the tempestuous sounds brewing around him whilst the driving and evolving guitar enterprise of Guereschi and Luca Borghesi (no longer with the band), spins a captivating web matched by the formidable rhythmic collusion of bassist Stefano Zarantonello and drummer Federico Mascetti. As mentioned about the album, the song makes an appealing first touch on ears straight away but it is with time and attention that the nuances and at times less vocal invention reveals itself for greater reaction and pleasure.

COVER   The potent start continues with Soul’s Self Mutilation. Its atmospheric synth crafted opening is a stark contrast to the roar of its predecessor but it too it soon raging with aggression and passion. The repetitive nature of grooves and rhythms entice from within the sonic intensity swirling venomously around the landscape of the track, whilst again melodies and colourful creative hooks bring a refreshing and sparkling hue to the imposing storm. It is an inventive blend fuelling all the songs upon Larvas Mortal God but apart from at times a surface familiarity flowing over the release, it never smothers the individual definition and character of tracks like the following Inhale The Void and in turn The Circles’ Kiss. The first of the two immerses the senses in a blackened trespass and though it lacks the spark of its predecessors, imagination and craft ensures it is an evocative encounter before its successor uncages its own oppressive canvas of almost portentous sound and vocal snarling. It is the physical and emotive voracity which is missing in the first of the pair but back stoking the raging fire of the second and seemingly sparking greater toxicity in the sinew swung rhythms and scorching grooves veining the song.

Mary L. equally confronts the senses with a fiercer almost corrosive persuasion, one soaked in acidic sonic endeavour and provocative melodies. The song merges hostile and seductive scenery with a fluid and captivating prowess, flowing from one to the other and back again with ears enthralled. Despite its mighty offering though it is soon over shadowed by the outstanding Abyss, You Shine. The opening tangle of melodies and grooves around a contagious rhythmic tempting is enough to spark new hunger in the appetite. Again the band twist raw aggressive dexterity and intensity with mellow and entrancing seductions, one never overpowering the other and always creating a seamless passage of fascination and thorough enjoyment.

The album’s pinnacle is followed firstly by the more rabid but controlled turbulence and emotive mania of In Skinless Dream and then the atmospherically fiery and raucously trespassing Hecatomb Memories. The second of the pair is arguably the lightest on the album with an open progressive infectiousness which almost demands to be liked. Not quite carrying a poppy texture in its make-up but certainly, despite an increasing rhythmic and vocal ferocity to its climax, there is something more easily accessible to the track than in those before. Both songs ignite ears and thoughts masterfully before the closing Clown With Crown ensures the album leaves on another unhealthy and appealing slab of aural savagery and sonic venom, which you may not be blown away by but certainly will easily develop an increasing urge to explore more of, just as the album.

Produced by Luca Briccola, Larvas Mortal God is a potent and impressive proper introduction to Ignotum, not a release to set a fire burning but easily potent enough to put the band on the map and given time to become a constant lure for repeat attention.

Larvas Mortal God is available now via Mentalchemy Records from most online stores

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RingMaster 12/04/2015

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Éohum – Revelations, Aurora of An Epoch

 

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The debut album from Canadian metallers Éohum is a fascinating proposition which manages to startle and surprise whilst simultaneously ticking every box on a personal want list from any weave of music. It is as if they instinctively knew what turned us on and explored those elements with relish. It is fair to say that Revelations, Aurora of An Epoch will not find the same level of reaction from everyone but it is hard to imagine many not breeding some kind of appetite for it and the band’s creative adventure.

The Montreal based and 2010 formed, Éohum (pronounced ee-o-um) is the creation of guitarist/bassist Jeremy Perkins, a “traditionalist and spirit oriented” band embracing a black metal breeding with anthemic grooving and doom cultured atmospheres. Equally in songs inspired by poems written by Perkins on the current state of humanity, rich elements of death and progressive metal are woven though not quite as dramatically and excitingly as the almost exotic roars of French horn which also inflame the album’s earlier tracks. The band’s live line-up sees Perkins joined by guitarist Sylvain Dumont and Annie Perreault on French horn/trumpet as well as bassist James Heymans, drummer Simon Bambic-Mackay of The Agonist and vocalist Barrie Butler. For the album though, Perkins enlisted the help of friends alongside himself, Dumont and Perreault; guests which include vocally Matt McGachy of Cryptopsy and Nick Wybo (ex-Vinyl Hero) on drums. It all sounds a fluid and unpredictable canvas the band works from and certainly flows over into the music and character of Revelations, Aurora Of An Epoch.

The album surprises and fascinates from start to finish, increasing in stature and success with every listen as more of its depths are revealed. The opening Leaving Harbour is maybe not quite the same but only because once the sultry scenery around a vocal piece of scene setting prose narrated by Lana Edwards is absorbed and appreciated, the tendency in every subsequent listen is to cut to the chase which begins with the next track Rooted Deep Within. An eruption of battlefield mayhem hits the imagination first but is soon swallowed by the imposing muscular and portentous intensity of death spawned riffs and rhythms. That alone grips attention but with the heralding horns blown by the lips of Perreault, an epically honed atmosphere makes its suggestive intrigue known before the track explodes into a virulent pestilential charge of venomous grooves and scarring riffery. The tempestuous instrumental track is like a hellacious dawning, one of danger and excitement employing wrong-footing experimental twists and progressive ideation.

Eohum Revelations Album Cover copy   The piece simply grips and inflames the imagination, not to mention ears, before Equatorial Rains takes over with a more temperate climate and confrontation. A deliciously throaty and resonating bassline from Perkins seduces ears and appetite straight away, swiftly aided by the flames of brass from Perrault and the caustic enterprise sculpted by the guitars. The breaking blackened malevolence and uncompromising rabidity in gait and aggression brings further appetising flavours and textures to the ever moving volume of sound and invention, as does the ferocious and cleaner rasping tones of McGachy. It is a formidable and relentlessly eventful provocation feeding ears and emotions potently with those horns the icing on the emotive antagonistic cake.

     Defined Sacredness comes next, opening on a predatory prowl of rhythms and riffs, each almost more theatrical in their stance than vicious but only helping lure the listener into the waiting slightly demonic narrative of fierce corrosive sound and rage bleeding vocals. Stabs of brass and heavy sighs of horn colour the hostile persuasion further, their toxic hues as virulently alluring as the riveting presence of McGachy.

The album’s title track has body and thoughts enthralled from its first breath; a roar of French horn announcing the tempest to come like a war cry, casting a challenge to be met before the song swiftly begins savaging the senses with sheer malicious contagion and intensity. It is a call continuing through the superb track, those golden flames of the horns an inescapable web of seduction within the destructive and to be honest equally addictive torrent of scarring grooves, abrasing riffery, and merciless rhythms. Bracing and arousing, like an anthem bred in hell, the track is a hymn for the lost and bellow for the despoilers, and quite breath-taking.

In many ways this is where Revelations, Aurora of an Epoch goes in a different direction, or certainly a less provocatively adventurous one. Wiser Every Sunrise which features Phillip Rieder on vocals is a collusion of heavy, groove, and death metal with hardcore/punk belligerence. Strangely familiar for unsure reasons, the enjoyable track is a brawling and volatile slab of animosity but even though it has ears and satisfaction heartily contented it does not live up to the previous tracks, feeling slightly out of place alongside them, which also applies to a lesser degree to Thus Spewed Thy Infectious Reign, a death spawned ravaging with a doom fuelled gait guided by an unpredictable creative menace. As its predecessor, the song only leaves good thoughts, inspiring them to contemplate the end of days/humanity but also hankering for the glorious horns and imagination seeded swing of earlier tracks.

Closing on Give Us O’ Rain, another piece of prose sung by Lana Edwards, Revelations, Aurora of An Epoch provides one predominately unique and intoxicating introduction to a band you can only imagine getting bigger, creatively grander, and more impressive over time. As suggested it might not light everyone’s fire as ours but if the likes of Emperor, Dimmu Borgir, Trepalium, and We All Die (Laughing) for example spark your juices, then so will Éohum.

Revelations, Aurora of An Epoch is available now via Mycelium Networks @ https://eohum.bandcamp.com/album/revelations-aurora-of-an-epoch

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RingMaster 09/04/2015

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Killer Refrigerator – The Fridge and the Power it Holds

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We all know that technology is taking us over, but an on-going war between it and man, well easy to have doubts there. That was until this computer began deciding alone when it was going to connect to the internet and my iPod began mashing up songs randomly like a manic DJ to mess with the psyche. Of course if we had all listened to Killer Refrigerator previously battle plans would be drawn up and war cries in place. Thankfully they have returned with second release The Fridge and the Power it Holds at the right time, to awaken all and help turn the conflict back into the hands of humanity.

From Ohio, Killer Refrigerator is the side-project of Cody Coon, the guitarist/vocalist of death thrashers UnKured. Recognising man’s slavery to iPhones, toasters, blenders, every appliance imaginable; a dependency seeded from the aftermath of surviving an attempt to wipe out humanity a Millennia ago by the omniscient refrigerator Lord Freezus Christ ( You may laugh but think about the panic and fever which breaks out when you lose your phone), Cody and Luke “Java” Sackenheim decided to rebel against the appliances in 2014 and formed Killer Refrigerator, releasing debut album When Fridges Rule This World as their first assault and warning soon after.

Drawing on cult movies such as Microwave Massacre, Terrorvision, and Basket Case alongside their belief that appliances want to destroy the world, the band create a bedlam of sound and psychological ferocity from a vicious tangling of every extreme flavour that they can conjure, with much more besides. The Fridge and the Power it Holds EP provides seven tracks of almost indescribable but thoroughly thrilling confrontation, and sets up the battle front perfectly for upcoming second album Refrigeration Plague.

TFATPIT_OPTIMIZED     For all the theatre behind the intent and creativity of the band, Killer Refrigerator has a skilled and inventive sound which if you can ride its unpredictable tsunami, blows ears and imagination away, with the passions in quick succession. Straight away The Fridge and the Power It Holds is rich evidence as opener Terrorvision erupts into life with a web of sonic enterprise sculpted by guitars. A muscular and skittish rhythmic accompaniment adds to the initial coaxing before it all colludes with a dark bassline and a salacious mix of senses scorching vocals for a hellacious punk lined ferocity. Not reaching a minute and a half in length, it is a searing and striking start swiftly over shadowed by the excellent Slaystation. Predatory in its first breath, almost sizing up the listener as it dangles a discord kissed bassline and sonic lures from its rhythmic spine, the track is soon driving for the jugular on a tide of thrash bred riffery and ruinous vocal incitement. Squirming around this, acidic flavoured melodies and progressive nurtured endeavour fascinates, leading ears towards an unexpected Nintendo-core interlude before exploding again into the creative and rasping sonic fury the track started with. As mentioned previously, the band’s sound is an unrelenting and evolving maelstrom defying real description but with avant-garde and mathcore tendencies as prevalent as death and grind endeavours, it is a one compelling and intoxicating assault, deranged manna for the imagination.

Shower Thrashing Death toys with folk metal influences before turning into a carnivorous rampage of thrash/death seeded lavatorial rampage announcing the coming of the “toilet gods”. The bass simply seduces within the grimy scenery whilst vocals announce the demise of all with an outstanding mix of vocal deliveries which range from hardcore angst, grind squalls, to Patton-esque crooning. One of the pinnacles of the release it is matched by Killer Refrigerator VS Godzilla, the big fight off between two merciless goliaths. The track stomps with heavyweight rhythmic feet and fiery climactic endeavour, guitars scything across the battleground with sonic rapacity whilst vocal war cries breed a warped anthemic support.

The insidiously enthralling Slave To The Easy-Bake comes next, a scourge of sonic grooving and melodic flaming spun around a simple but gripping bassline. Of course this does not tell the whole deranged psychotic story of the song, every aspect from vocals to guitars, beats to imagination a distorted intrusion to fear or greedily devour.

The EP’s title track steps up next and after battering the listener senseless through pummelling beats, goes on a brutal and feverish march of searing grooves and scarring riffery. It holds back at one point to intensify its weight and drama, before regaining momentum but with an even more destructive and imposing trespass of the psyche. Deathcore, thrash, mathcore, and psyche rock are all in there running amok with the ideation and raw adventure of the band, the outcome another mouth-watering violation.

   The Fridge And The Power It Holds closes with bonus track To Hell With Cancer, one of the most grouchy siren-esque enticements you are likely to hear this year. Ravaging air and ears around a funk bred devilry, the track is a carnival for the mosh pit and a thrilling, uncompromising call to arms.

Lyrically and musically The Fridge And The Power It Holds is so much fun but equally a serious slam of extreme incitement which might have a theme bred from a truth stretched to cultish proportions, but delivers it as a unique and irresistible tempest. It is probably not going to work for all but if it does click an explosive thrilling time is guaranteed.

The Fridge And The Power It Holds EP is available as a name your price download from April 7th @ https://killerfridge.bandcamp.com/album/the-fridge-and-the-power-it-holds

As a backstory to their origins, the band recently released a 20 minute documentary featuring the hilarious exploits of Cody and his fellow fridge warrior Luke “Java” Sackenheim. The documentary can be viewed here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8m1zCBvL4EU

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RingMaster 07/04/2015

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Wrathage – Discipline

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Seventeen years or so after their emergence, and three of those years in the making, the debut album from Finnish metallers Wrathage is a proposition which no matter how it initially takes you, leaves a compulsion to explore more and more of its ultimately enjoyable depths. Discipline is a striking and increasingly thrilling slab of dark extreme metal, a collusion of black and death metal predation and ferocity embracing an avant-garde and experimental nature. It is not always as successful with personal tastes as it is other times but when it hits the sweet spot, which are numerous, the album is one of the most intriguing and exciting propositions heard this year.

Wrathage began way back in 1997, formed by identical twins Scythe (bass, vocals, guitars) and D.V Grim (vocals, guitars). With only the intent of creating music which lit their own fires, the band has gone through numerous line-up changes, especially early on, whilst exploring and honing an ever evolving sound. A self-titled demo in 2000 was the first of three over the next five years whilst 2008 saw the release of the well-received Crawlspace Antipathy EP. The gap to its successor and first album has again been a long time waiting but now with Scythe and D.V Grim joined by guitarists H-beast and Viha, keyboardist Tero Nevala, and drummer Kuismahc, the Oulu band is poised to ignite highly anticipating appetites and a horde of newcomers with their enthralling offering.

Wrathage_2015_discipline_Cover     As soon as opener Dark matter engulfs ears, thoughts of Emperor and Morbid Angel come to the fore, yet equally a fresh individualism in presence and sound too. The song opens with epic sways of guitar around dramatic vocals, a mix soon immersed in a wash of equally theatrical keys and heavily jabbing beats. It is an attention grabbing start, a respectful one too as every element from guitar to keys, voice to rhythms create imposing but restrained proposals on the senses. Of course it is a thought too soon as within moments the factors collude to create a rapacious tempest of sound and intensity. The song proceeds to entwine classical and blackened enterprise with predatory ferocity, twisting and lurching through a fascinating and enticingly turbulent landscape of invention.

The following Born girt for war blends a ravaging hostility with a broader celestial atmosphere whilst also providing a more intimate stalking at times. Within its first half minute the song is already an unpredictable theatre of textures and sounds driven by the equally dramatic and enjoyable mix of vocals, which include a guest appearance by Catamenia frontman Olli “Oujee” Mustonen. The underlying persistent prowl of the song keeps everything on course before Of the great chief comes in on an opening blaze of guitar endeavour within a sinister climate. As the previous track, it does not make the same impact as the first song but every turn, every twist in its body brings further bait for ears and appetite to keenly devour, especially its rhythmic enticing.

The album truly comes to life from fourth song Walking to death; it is like Discipline has sized up personal tastes and then gone to work on instinctive wants and pleasures. The track marches in on a horde of synchronised boots, vocals swiftly leading the way with equally imposing intent. They are soon joined by a web of sonic ideation which alone ignites the imagination, whilst the broader melodic sweep of keys only enhances the addictiveness veining the song. It is a masterful enslavement which only tightens its grip with a slip into an almost carnal landscape of dark drama caged by an excellent bestial bassline. Riffs equally have an animalistic snarl to their touch, and a raw tang which reminds of Scottish band Skids. It is an inescapable anthem matched by the exceptional Unslaved, which also sees Mustonen guesting. Celestial keys caress ears first, their ethereal theatre tantalising but barely hinting at the temptation to come. A vocal lure bridges the start with the mouth-watering and grizzly bassline which follows; this the spark to an infection of hungry riffs, antagonistic rhythms, and bad blooded vocals. It is the magnetic swagger and blood thirsty character of the grooves which provide the fuse to the strongest ardour, their infection intertwined with the spiteful provocation elsewhere.

Distortion sees another guest in the shape of Khaos from Deathchain & Deathbound within its midst, and also sparks a new urge of greed for the release with its carnivorous presence and contagiously creative rancor. Once again expectations are given a cold shoulder as the track explores death and blackened scenery with thrash bred ferocity and a hellacious attitude of sound and invention. There is never time to catch a breath upon Discipline, but one is needed after the torrential hostility and intensity of the excellent encounter. A quick gulp those is all that is allowed as the insidious scavenger Reptilian crawls over the senses and into the psyche with primal and sonic animosity. It is great toxic incitement, its rhythmic and driving riffery an insatiable onslaught but above it guitars and keys are almost flirting with slow and devilish seduction.

After a vocal enticement, Sadicum is an erosive sonic tempest which alone would satisfy if lacking the spark of its predecessors, but the band is soon spearing it with shards of melodic spicing and a persistently evolving and enthralling weave of progressive fuelled keys to create another tasty assault. The song is still more of a smoulder on the passions than a roar like other tracks, but a lively simmering pot of adventure which over time brings thoughts and appetite to the boil very nicely and hankering for more.

The album concludes with firstly The crawlspace, a bordering on psychotic smog of sound and enterprise which is as suffocating as it is explosive on the senses. Some of the vocals are less successful on the ear but a mere blip in another pleasing track before the band brings it all to a close with a cover of the Morbid Angel track Dawn of the angry. It is a very decent and enjoyable offering but the meat and major joy of Discipline is in the band’s own slices of distinctive predation.

Discipline gets better and more revealing with every listen, even a handful plus of plays unveiling fresh elements and greater craft in the creative flow and sculpting of the release. As mentioned some moments create a bigger blaze in the emotions but from start to finish Wrathage has delivered one impressive encounter to revel in and to heartily recommend.

Discipline is available from March 30th via Maa Productions and at http://wrathage.bandcamp.com/album/discipline

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RingMaster 30/03/2015

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Conceived By Hate/Akheron – Coalition of Death

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Released via Morbid Skull Records, Coalition of Death is another enjoyable split release introducing a wider audience to two more seriously accomplished underground propositions. The bands given the platform are El Salvador’s Conceived By Hate and Colombian metallers Akheron, a pair of thrash bred antagonists with potent sounds to highly satisfy and excite ears. Each provides four captivating and bruising offerings, including one cover each, all combining to create an encounter which is not a landmark release or going to stop metal in its tracks but certainly gives both bands a higher profile in a worldly spotlight.

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Death thrashers Conceived By Hate are first up, a band formed in 2002 by Morbid Skull Records owner, guitarist/vocalist Jorge Montesino (Disorder, Morbid Stench) alongside co-founders bassist Carlos Basagoitia and guitarist Rene Vega. Since forming, the band has had a few line-up shuffles amidst a handful of releases and splits; each increasing awareness of the band outside of their homeland. Now the San Salvador sextet exposes new ears to a trio of their original intrusions and one enjoyable cover upon Coalition of Death.

Their first track is Devotees of Death, an immediate fury of barbarous rhythms and scarring riffs bound in just as quickly gripping fiery grooves. It is an attention grabbing start which only increases its lure as the raw vocals of Montesino prey on ears, sound-tracked by increasingly tangy guitar enterprise. Bursts of technical potency break up the torrent of incessant aggression but only for swift flirtations so that the intensity and commanding persuasion of the track never waivers. It is a thunderous slab of thrash driven death malevolence inspiring a keen appetite for the band’s sound, a taste fed potently again by the following Hypocritical Sense of Ego. With the keys of Tulio Mata a more prominent inventive colour to the tsunami of sonic and rhythmic antagonism driven by the skilled swings of Iosif Najarro, the track is a more exploratory and fascinating proposal to its predecessor but lacks the fluency of attack which set the first apart.

Nevertheless the song only adds to an enjoyable first taste of Conceived by Hate, backed just as agreeably by the melodic and sonic tapestry of Embrace the Absurd. The track prowls and launches at the senses with a varied gait and an ever evolving intensity, again revealing more of the creative tenacity in the band’s sound along the way. Brutal rhythmic intent and unrelenting contagious grooving is at the heart of this and all the band’s endeavours, but keys spread a tantalising spicing to the tempest, never making an imposing or dramatic impression but always there colouring and lighting the darkest depths of the music along with the melodic expression of the guitars.

Closing their portion with an aggressively magnetic and enjoyably hellacious cover of the Dissection track Thorns of Crimson Death, Conceived By Hate provide an engrossing first half to

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the release, a side more than matched by the thrash exploits of Bogotá hailing Akheron. Formed in 2003, the quartet of vocalist/guitarist Juan Guerra, guitarist Jonathan Jimenez, bassist Julie Gomez, and drummer Luis Galeano hit top gear straight away with Estigma. Within a few breaths it shows a dark and predatory thrash breeding but equally reveals strains of death and blackened intrigue and voracity. Grooves and hooks make an entangling web of temptation from the start, their bait supported by a turbulence rhythmic provocation which belies the skill of its hostility with its unbridled fury. The track is a tremendous start, the bass and vocal growls irresistible bad blood in the fierce tempest raging around them.

Chemtrail stalks the listener next, its atmosphere and nature gothic like, even as inventive turmoil erupts in a captivating and intimidating dance of scathing riffs and bone splintering beats. Grooves and acidic melodies only add to the spicy temptation whilst the bestial tone of the bass has ears and appetite aflame with its animalistic predation. Both their two songs make a lingering impression but the band hits another plateau with the outstanding In-conformista. Gliding in on a melodic tide of persuasion, the song soon embroils the listener in a web of unpredictable and enthralling sonic adventure. Rhythms again forge the darkest grizzled corners of the band’s invention whilst grooves and imagination provide the blaze of unexpected twists and explosive ambition.

The release is completed by Akheron giving the Misfits’ Where Eagles Dare an intoxicating makeover, keeping its virulent swing and addictiveness but twisting it into an insidious treat of addictive malevolence. It is a great end to a thoroughly satisfying and flavoursome release. Both bands impress, at times seriously seduce, and each shows they have plenty to reward a much broader and intensive examination from all.

Coalition of Death is available now via Morbid Skull Records

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RingMaster 12/03/2015

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Foetal Juice & Human Landfill Split

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Picture the scene, you are lying naked on a cold floor, your entrails being clawed from your thrashing body as surrounding bones are ground into the merciless surface under you. Despite the assault all you can think about is the swinging hypnotic light accentuating the visceral portrait. That is what listening to UK extreme metallers Foetal Juice is like, a savaging violation of the senses equipped with a bewitching of contagious grooving and irritable hooks. Further proof comes in the new split release from Grindscene Records which lines up the Bury quartet with the equally mercilessly vicious and equally magnetic US band Human Landfill. Unleashing six tracks of grind and death metal inhospitality; the EP is a mouth-watering intrusion which just gets under the skin.

Since forming in 2005, Foetal Juice has been an increasingly potent and striking protagonist on the British extreme metal scene. An early demo was followed by their self-titled debut EP which certainly nudged attention their way, though it is fair to say that it was A Split Worse Than Death, which saw the band share its twenty one tracks with Basement Torture Killings, Decimation, Zombified, and Nailed, and certainly their Big Trouble in little Vagina EP, both in 2013, which sparked new intensive interest in the band. Live too the band has been earning an increasing reputation and acclaim, shows with the likes of Entombed, Wormrot, Exhumed, The Rotted, and tours with acts such as Desecration, Basement Torture Killings, and Zombified only pushing the band into broader spotlights. Now they have this new split to twist up British metal and listener’s psyche, which they do with devilish efficiency and craft.

Their first track is recent single Albert Grindstein, a gem of an incitement whose video upon its solo release gained 30,000 views in a handful of weeks. A sonic lure and beats keen to escape their leash make the first trespass of the ears, their bait swiftly ripped apart for vitriolic grooves and thunderous rhythms to descend ravenously on the senses. It is a gripping assault, the raw vocal squalls being driven by caustic venom whilst guitars cast an inescapable web of acidic grooves and predatory hooks. Behind the bloodlust there is that swing hinted at in the opening of this piece, its swagger as prevalent and persuasive as the individual textures which collude to exploit the listener’s weakest points. It is a treat of a track matched swiftly by Blue Waffle. In some ways this is an evil, more brutal scourge of sound and intent, but again it has that contagiousness which rich grind and death metal thrives on to express deeper and further reaching aspects. It is also more bestial in presence, a bear like smothering which voraciously barks rather than gutturally growls vocally, but devours wholly all the same.

The band’s final offering is Tumour Has It, and it is more of the corrosive same just in an individually appealing and intimidating guise. Grooves and twisted rhythmic assaults create the irresistible canvas over which vocals spill every fluid ounce of their rancor and hate. As the previous pair, the song is sheer creative spite and virulent temptation for any grind and extreme metal enthusiast.

There is much less to reveal about Ohio band Human Landfill as background, though they appear to be a duo consisting of guitarist/bassist Larry Brown and vocalist/drummer Shawn Slusarek, the latter also a member of death metallers Necrophagia. Again they bring death metal and grindcore into a flavoursome brawl, as evidenced on the split, before which a single and well-received debut EP, The Dead Are Not Silent has been tucked into their antagonistic belts.

   Acid Vat Descent is their opening play and instantly there is a raw intensity to their sound and song compared to that of Foetal Juice, you could almost say a sombre nature to its outpouring of malice. The song has a few strings to its violent bow though; darker grooves and a great scarring blend of vocals bringing the unpredictability and adventure always needed. The song seems to lose more inhibitions as it explores its addictive qualities and though the flame of a solo does not quite work for personal tastes and the fade out frustrates, the track is a great introduction to the band.

Their other pair of tempests similarly stirs up appetite and increasing enjoyment, Corpse Wine first providing a torrent of primal riffs and sonic acidity within an evolving gait of rhythmic predation. Whereas Foetal Juice’s tracks seem to instantly ignite the passions and hunger, Human Landfill takes a slower but persistently persuasive route to, certainly on the EP, breach the same kind of success. Their second song is a compelling offer but soon overshadowed by the outstanding Dirty Bomb Euthanization. All the hints of uniqueness and manic agitation in design and delivery found in the first two songs come to full life on their third, the track at times a tsunami of lethal beats roared on by vocal rapacity and in other moments a twisting temptation which bares all the wiles of a demonic temptress.

It is an impressive end to an excellent union of two of the world’s exciting emerging bands. Foetal Juice is a bit of a known prospect already to be fair and has only enhanced and pushed on again their thrilling presence whilst the relatively unknown Human Landfill, until now, have surprised and only highly impressed. So there we have it, another fine split all metal fans should explore.

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Offal / Zombie Cookbook – Split 7” EP

 

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There is a certain individual sickness to the visceral charms of Brazil’s most prominent and inventive extreme metal bands, an insidiousness which seems to coat riffs, grooves, and indeed songs. That sickness is a creeping toxin flavouring the new split release from Offal and Zombie Cookbook too; a poisonous and malevolent offering which worms under the skin with infectious temptation. It is not a release which actually startles, not initially anyway, but over time emerges as a visceral sonic assassin to which imagination and emotions become playthings. A swift and lethal scourge of the senses from two bands which are potently emerging on the broader extreme metal scene, the 7” split comes courtesy of a label, Black Hole Productions, which is no stranger to unleashing underground treats from band such as Lymphatic Phlegm, Xxx Maniak, Haemorrhage, and Gruesome Stuff Relish.

Offal is first up on the release, a quartet from Curitiba consisting of vocalist André Luiz, guitarist Tersis Zonato, bassist João Carlos Ongaro, and drummer Igor Thomaz. To the release of their well-received self-titled debut album in 2006, the band has added a second full-length and a string of splits with bands such as Bowel Fetus, Anatomia, Decrepitaph, and Mausoleum, all helping to increase their reputation and stature in the underground. References to Autopsy and Carcass have been cast over their sound, and as opener Dementia Trash. The Cult Of The Low-budget Cin devours ears it is something to agree with yet only slightly flavours the band’s voracious sound. Riffs are an immediate scrub of aggression in the song, swiftly offal1-680x406backed by the thunderous and turbulent assault of rhythms. Lorded over by the dark coated cavernously toned growls of Luiz, the track is a mix of predacious stalking and rabid intent. It is a rather compelling proposition gaining greater strength of persuasion across its length, imposing sonically and in success as its narrative courts the craft and blood-fests of cinematic gore/cult b-movie movie pioneers like Herschell Gordon Lewis, Ed Wood, and Roger Corman.

A great incitement for ears and imagination, the band’s second proposal Spinal Extractions Fiend For Blood is a more savage and irritable, no make that violent encounter, and just as highly palatable even at its mere 45 seconds. It hangs around enough to get the teeth into and to ignite a healthy appetite but is too short to get as much satisfaction out of it as wished, though that want is soon fed impressively by Zombie Cookbook.

foto-para-pagina-BHP-680x451The band’s name and indeed that of its members, in vocalist Dr. Stink, guitarists Horace Bones and Ed The Dead, bassist Purgy, and drummer Dr Freudstein, alone provide colourful and mischievous bait, a lure instantly backed by their first track Motel Hell. There is thrash bred ferocity to the charge and hostility of the song, energy and creative adventure which is as psychotic as it is groove infectious. The vocals equally have a character and captivating rabidity to them which only ignites ears and enjoyment, bringing a chunk of the originality which revolves within an accomplished if familiar template of sound.

Its voracious appetite and body only gets more deviously addictive and magnetic over time, much as that of its successor Eredità Maledetta. The first of the band’s two songs ends on a great finale of pure unbridled thrash contagion, a sonic tirade plainly contrasted by the demonic seeded entrance of the second, though it does not take long for the track to expel a spiteful breath and leap into its own ravenous destructive tempest. It also is much shorter than its companion, but does offer two minutes of furious extreme metal combat to reinforce a greedy appetite as sparked by the EP to explore the band, something which applies to Offal also.

It is hard to suggest you will hear anything dramatically new on the split but with undeniably impressive songs both bands make invigorating additions to the full underground arena of extreme OFFAL & ZOMBIE COOKBOOK - Split 7-ep - CAPA PROMO ZCKmetal. Both Offal and Zombie Cookbook could be looking at infiltrating the broadest spotlights sometime soon too, especially if they continue uncaging beasts like those on their shared offering.

The 7” Split EP is available now via Black Hole Productions @ https://blackholeprods.bandcamp.com/album/split-7ep

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