Bloodscribe – Prologue To The Apocalypse

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Formed in 2004, US death metallers Bloodscribe have taken their time getting around to unleashing an album, presumably due to circumstances rather than intent, but a decade after emerging they uncage Prologue To The Apocalypse. It is a ten track ravaging running for less than thirty minutes of senses blistering ferocity. Released through Los Angeles’ Gore House Records, the tempest brings death, grind, and slam essences into one accomplished and solid violation, and though ultimately it strongly impresses without igniting any massive excitement, the album puts Bloodscribe firmly on the radar.

Hailing from Boyle Heights, the quintet draw on inspirations from the likes of Dying Fetus, Through the Eyes of the Dead, Origin, Devourment, and Terror for their sound but as their debut assault shows, their sound also holds plenty of invention to not exactly set them apart from the pack but certainly make Bloodscribe a visible proposition live and on record within the local and broader scene.

The album’s 40 second title track starts Prologue To The Apocalypse off, providing a tempting incitement of ravenous riffs and equally imposing rhythms. It is a good entrance but not around long enough to be or offer much more before Pantheon Of Lies invades ears and personal space. Spicy inviting grooves make the first potent impression amongst another raw flurry of sound. Their presence is subsequently an intermittent offering as the voracious heart and muscular riffs, with similarly intensive beats, take over and prowl agreeably over the senses. With the occasional outburst of warlike hostility, the unsurprising but highly enjoyable track ensures the album leaves a swift good impression.

It is a strong imprint continued through Enslaved By Deceptions and Burning Bridges. The first is a predator, every caustic riff and heavily swung beat a natural threat and each grouchy growl of the bass and gutturally swinish vocal roar, viciously engaging. Again it is hard to declare anything new going on but plenty to get teeth and appetite into for a satisfying experience, matched by its successor. The fourth track is a more volatile confrontation, stalking and going for the jugular with alternating intent whilst ‘creaking’ with its flavoursome hooks and tempting via lumbering grooves.

Demons is a deliberate predacious stroll, with a great thick throated bassline for company and acidic sonic stabs of guitar for flirtation. It has little trouble enlisting full attention, rewarding bloodscribewith a more unpredictable character compared to other onslaughts within the album, though it is soon overshadowed by the excellent Annihilation. If other songs can be called predatory, the song is sheer bestial insidiousness. Riffs and rhythms cage and bully from the off even though they come bound in corrosive yet contagious grooves. As all the tracks there is a swing and underlying infectiousness, but here it is given full rein to seduce; just a shame the song is so short at barely over a minute. The juices start flowing and it dumps them and departs, though the next up Kingdoms Fall is not shy at bringing a catchy inhospitable climate and savage maliciousness to bear on ears, even if it lacks the compelling virulence of its predecessor.

Both the sinister fuelled Shadows and the sonically rabid Castrating Humanity trespass ears and psyche with proficient and pleasing rancor, the first breeding a noir lit atmosphere around its insatiable and captivating brutality. The second of the duo similarly entangles the imagination in black hearted scenery of suspicion and demonic oppression, bass and drums especially picturesque in their rapacious endeavour around the ever composed yet rabid vocals.

Completed by the resonating presence of In Ruins, another lingering assassination of hope and light with additional creative cruelty, Prologue To The Apocalypse is an increasingly enjoyable and impressing proposition. As mentioned it has enough to make Bloodscribe a prospect worth paying continued attention to, even if right now they and album do not manage to quite light a blaze of excitement. It is impossible not to recommend its investigation though.

Prologue To The Apocalypse is available now digitally @ http://bloodscribe.bandcamp.com/album/prologue-to-the-apocalypse and on CD via Gore House Productions @ http://store.gorehouseproductions.com/

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Aborted Fetus – Private Judgement Day

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    As shown by their previous trio of albums, listening to Russian brutal death metallers Aborted Fetus is a savage and uncompromising experience which you either embrace or flee from. New and fourth album Private Judgement Day is no exception, the ten track pestilential slab of sonic corruption a pernicious and brutal onslaught. Following its acclaimed predecessor Goresoaked Clinical Accidents of 2012, the new album continues the presence and sound found through previous releases which to be honest does not carve out any dramatically new ventures for band and genre, but with discomfort an imposing embrace and barbaric seduction a healthy toxicity, the album is a tantalising proposition for all extreme death metal fans.

     As their 2010 album Fatal Dogmatic Damage, the new sonic scourge is released via Comatose Music and engulfs the senses in scarring riffs, vicious rhythms, and swinish vocals. Mercy is undoubtedly not in the vocabulary of the band, the album even in its ‘quieter’ moments unleashing pure corrosive venom, and from the first full breath of opener Savage Dominance, the quartet engages in bestial rabidity. The first song emerges from a cinematic drama, a visual plague engulfing the imagination before the band explodes out of the landscape with pure sonic predation from the guitar of Alexander “Meatgrinder” Chernishev. Courted by the heavy malevolence of bass from Roman Kozodoy and the rhythmic antagonism of Andrew, the insidious vocal delivery of Alexander “Implant” riding their onslaught with primal vitriol, the track is a swift and punishing thorn in the senses.

    The strong start is just as violently followed up by Necropolis Demography and Garden of Kidney Stones, the first Aborted Fetus - Private Judgment Day 5x5 300dpicharging head long through the ears to scorch the senses before switching gaits with a slower rapacious tempest and then returning a ferocious speed into its again brief stay. Most songs on Private Judgement Day offer a fleeting fury in length but make up for it in intensity and vehemence. Its successor prolongs the hellacious suffering with its gore encrusted rampage of synapse flailing rhythms and flesh skewering riffing whilst the vocals drain its creator of every ounce of bile.

     Fuck In a Pesthole alternatively rages and stalks thoughts and emotions, drums an arsenal of severe bait and guitars an acid spewing rankling of the imagination. The track like the album arguably offers no real surprises but feeds genre needs with skill and sonic poison before passing the creative dagger to the excellent title track. Opening with a Saw like sample of individual punishment, the track slowly unwinds its murderous intent and incendiary guitar coaxing. Eventually the beast inside cannot be held back and the song turns into another tirade of blistering rhythmic cruelty matched by guitar spite and air depraving vocals. Providing greater enterprise and adventure to its longer stature, the song is a notable peak on the album even if leaving on an unsatisfying fade out.

     The pair of Malignant Pregnancy and Gastronomic Confession suffocates the senses all over again in their similar but distinctive inhumane guises whilst Brown Totem offloads a brawl of mentally spearing sonic atrocity off of a great cinematic keys sculpted intro. The third of the trio emerges over time as a strong moment, its breath finding a restrained but certain variation from the others and an almost gloating swagger to its sadistic incitement.

     Guinea Pig makes another impressive scar on the album, its virulent groove spawned riffing and gut wrenching vocals a magnetic slavery to the emotions within another rhythmic bombardment. Its impressive assault is matched by final track Morning Inferno, the song an equally harsh and destructive slice of savage enjoyment. They both provoke a richness of satisfaction to match and push further that of the album. It is a release which maybe does not go far enough to truly ignite the passions, its sound as expected from the band and comparable to the likes of Disgorge and Devourment, but undeniably it pleasingly delivers brutal death metal in its rawest exacting form. Private Judgement Day is not a classic encounter and has some issues with production of the drums, which at times just distract with the strong tinny snare sound, but it is nevertheless thoroughly enjoyable, in a masochistic kind of way.

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7.5/10

RingMaster 18/02/2014

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Gutslit – Skewered in the Sewer

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Like having your brain cells exposed to a carnally fuelled attack from a horde of carnivorous boars, Skewered in the Sewer impressively gnaws and tears the synapses with a forcibly impressive pestilence of brutal death grind. Unleashed by an intensive scourge going under the name of Gutslit, the debut album from the Mumbai, India quartet is a scintillating primal fury sculpted with technical excellence and passionate violence, not forgetting  packs of riffs and hooks which just infect the passions. Though the release is not offering anything strikingly new it is fair to say, with a mouthwatering craft and riveting enterprise to its triumph it easily stands out from the crowd and rigorously ignites the imagination.

Formed in 2007 and for the album consisting of original founder member and bassist Gurdip Singh Narang, vocalist Aditya Barve, drummer Aaron Pinto, and guitarist Dynell Bangera who has since left to be replaced by Prateek Rajagopal, Gutslit is poised to ignite an international appetite for their lethal sounds. Since forming certainly they have made a rich impression at home in what one assumes is a limited audience and just as potently further afield, the split release Contorted Mutilation with Pulmonary Fibrosis in 2009 alerting attention beyond their borders though without lighting any major fires. Skewered in the Sewer with luck and support should be the trigger to greater things and with its careering spite and insidious charm the album deserves all the attention it gets.

As mentioned the nine track release is not bursting with originality and at times easily sparks thoughts of bands such as Dying coverFetus, Disgorge, Goratory, and Devourment but it is never an issue as the refreshing and annihilatory voraciousness of the songwriting and savagery  unleashes its unrelenting skill and creativeness upon the senses. It is a gripping and thoroughly thrilling violation which mercilessly ravages the listener as soon as the opening intro, Prelude To Putrification sets the scene, the short piece a spoken demonic narrative over an atmospheric evocation. Pustulated Phallic Enthrallment emerges from a cyber-clad violation to seize the ears with a torrent of intensive riffing aligned to an exhaustive tempest of rhythms and bestial growls, the guttural spewing of Barve instantly magnetic with enough variation to lift the narrative without reducing any of his intimidation and primitive malevolence. Sonic invention and acidic grooves make varying degrees of intervention in the maelstrom, each additive igniting the track and passions which are opening their arms towards the exceptional track.

Offal Barter takes the throat in its vicious grip next, again riffs and rhythms a predatory summons for the imagination earning an easy submission before their carnivorous intent and rapaciousness. The production on the album is a big factor in the album’s success as much as the sounds, its willingness to give full clarity and space for the individual elements of the band and songs whilst accentuating the united tsunami of sonic pestilence and creative venom outstanding and on this fury of a track it allows hooks and melodic toxicity to charm and infect the imagination as potently as the violence which pillages the senses.

Both Circumcised With A Chainsaw and Atrophic Cranial Disintegration take things to another level. The first is a maelstrom of breath-taking energy and adventure veined with a technical manipulation and persuasion which stalks the senses with the same instinctive rabidity as the torrential force around them whilst the second track through a discharge of addictive grooves and crippling rhythmic invention leaves senses and brain wasted but blissful in subservience to the demanding provocation.  It sculpts bait and lingering contagion which is virulently exhilarating even when it drops to a crouch and slowly devours as it prowls around its victim. It is the best track on the album though constantly challenged by those before it with each play and the likes of the treacherously seductive Haemorrhoidal Brain Custard which follows with its consuming cascade of jagged riffery and a similarly ragged rhythmic excellence.

Pulp Face has body and emotions staggering under its intensive sonic malefaction, every instrument and member of the band bringing a transgression against sanity and emotional safety through a glorious sonic cyclone crafted in the finest detail to scavenge senses and synapses for the last vestige of refusal and defiance before the album’s noxious depths.  Its successor Maze Of Entrails is as equally an overwhelming scourge of invention and sound, the guitar design and mix of swinish and pit borne vocals leading the track’s grievous predation.  Though neither song can quite climb the heights of earlier tracks both leave a hunger and addiction for more of the sanguinary onslaught.

The album is completed by its sadistic title track, another wind of ferocity which scars and erodes the senses like an aural sandstorm haunted by a demon cast bedlam. It is the perfect ending to a hostile and inhumane assault which enthrals and inflames the passions. Skewered In The Sewer is a more than accomplished sonic malignancy which instantly thrusts Gutslit towards the fore of extreme metal. With a confirmed extensive European tour and slot on Obscene Extreme fest in 2014, this is a band all with an appetite for sadistic pleasures should pay attention to right now.

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9/10

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Hybreed Chaos – Dying Dogma

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    Dying Dogma is far from being an easy listen or is the kind of company which rewards a casual attitude attention wise, towards its fury but for violent, uncompromising technically bred progressive death metal it is a confrontation which once struck down by, is a scar which deeply lingers whilst inciting strong reactions. The album comes from Canadian metallers Hybreed Chaos, a band featuring ex-Paroxysm drummer Franck Camus and current Cryptopsy session bassist Olivier Pinard. It is a release which has little time on seduction, its every breath and action a vicious rage of sonic imagination and brutal enterprise, and provides little comfort in its touch or exploits, just savage intensity and intentions aligned to a craft and endeavour which ignites the imagination.

The PRC Music released Dying Dogma moves through its brief intro, Birth of Chaos, into the instantly ferocious and debilitating A Machine for Pigs. From its start the vocals and guitars need little persuasion in scoring and threatening the senses, the guttural squalls a vindictive causticity with equal poison in the twisting and intriguing guitar exploration. Around this the rhythmic framework has an intimidation and eagerness which can snap at any moment, whilst grooves and hooks add their unique insidious temptation throughout the tempestuous fury to lure in the emotions to greater depths, their poise and fascination waking further an appetite for the challenge ahead.

Dismembered Purity crawls through the ear and all over the senses, its doomy presence a canvas for the crippling inventive rhythmic battering and the corrosive riffing to add their ruinous nature to. There is arguably not the fluidity to the song of its predecessor, some of the certainly enthralling elements lying uneasy within the soiling intent, but equally the jagged mix of ideas, though making the encounter less persuasive at first, creates a carnal torment which grows into a strong convincing of the imagination across numerous violations.

The following Emperor also takes a relatively slow consumptive meandering of the senses and psyche, its smouldering toxicity expressing a transfixing furnace of inventive manipulation and technical maliciousness which tests and provokes the listener into eager if distressed attention. Its successor Defiled Servitude is much the same, it’s even more bedlamic ingenuity and torrent of ideas a gripping yet nasty compromise for the passions and imagination. Repetition, a tempting drone, and sonic psychosis all litter the experiment on the psyche whilst its riffery and rhythmic frame enslave a now greedy appetite for the assault of the album.

Dying Dogma is completed by Charogne and Silent Agony, both two more mountainous and monstrous sonically esurient savages built on technical invention and warped imagination. The first of the pair offers the album’s most contagious and almost addictively straight forward moment yet, though it still explores a depth of ideation which is just spellbinding. The closing song matches this to leave the album at its strongest point, the track a devil bred slab of creative vehemence that works on every aspect of the senses and emotions. A release for those with a taste for the likes of Gorguts, Cryptopsy, Immolation, and Devourment, Dying Dogma is an album which makes you work and work hard before revealing its full might but makes it all worthwhile in the long run. If an easy metal driven life is for you than Hybreed Chaos certainly is not.

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8/10

RingMaster 29/10/2013

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Exhumer – Degraded by Sepsis

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Five years after the release of their acclaimed debut album Bloodcurdling Tool of Digestion, Italian metallers Exhumer unleash its eagerly anticipated successor in the grievous furious shape of Degraded by Sepsis. A torrent of voracious energy and spiteful craft, the album is a swift and thrilling pestilence of brutal death metal which chews up ears and senses whilst rewarding their blood stained carcasses with a thoroughly pleasing scourge of invention and technical violence. It is not a release without flaws or arguably has one issue certainly, but nevertheless stands as a confrontation which returns the band to the frontline of extreme metal.

Formed in 2004 by guitarist Marco “Furiogrind” Aromatario, the band made its first impression in the local underground scene with the Sick & Deviance demo of the same year. Line-up changes followed as did their continually driven attack on the live arena. The release of Bloodcurdling Tool of Digestion in 2008 brought Exhumer into a worldwide awareness, the album lodged firmly in many end of year best death metal lists whilst the band itself under took their debut European tour not long after as well as appearing at numerous festivals across the likes of Germany, Greece, Bulgaria, Romania, Hungary and Austria. With the band continuing to ignite stages since and with vocalist Diego Fanelli, bassist Alyosha Danisi, and drummer Paolo D’Amato alongside Aromatario, the band turns predator of the senses once again with the Comatose Music released Degraded by Sepsis.

Admire Your Ending graces the entrance of the album with a sinister instrumental soaked in bedlam and mental provocation, its Exhumer - Degraded by Sepsis 5x5 300dpidemonic breath a hint of things to come without revealing the extent of the violation impending which soon bears its claws with Vapours of Cadaveric Mucilage. Savage and carnivorous, the track is a torrid speeding scourge of ruinous rhythmic aggression and grinding voracious riffing driven on by the excellent guttural vocals. With the rabidity which soaks every moment of the album, the song alone leaves senses and thoughts exhausted whilst the appetite for the assault comes with strong hunger.

As the following Pungent Aroma of Uterine Necrosis and Effervescence of Corroded Coarse Remains carnally expose the senses and emotions with their exhaustive sonic brutality, the previously mentioned problem with the album shows itself a nagging annoyance. It may just be down to the fact that the promo for the album was a digital one, a format that can come polluted, but the production on the release does it no justice at all, its touch shallow and smothering creating frustrating smog across the music. The fact that the tracks can still impose their explosive qualities through the stifling conditions is an indication of their strengths and potency but as said it might just be the version Degraded by Sepsis came in that is the cause and once eager hands are on the CD the full majesty of the album can be explored. Nevertheless both tracks are still epidemically contagious, grooves and hooks insatiable and irresistible within the sprawling tempests whilst riffs and vocals simply enslave as equally as the twisting invention.

The likes of the intensive Foaming Secretions, the track a slaughter of the synapses which once it has caused full devastation and lustful greed takes its unbridled attack into a crawling stalking of the ears, the maniacal Enzimas Podridas, and the deliciously cruel sonic taunting spawned by Adipocere Corporal Glue continue the impressive ravaging. They all come with the same sadistic charm and ferocious turn of invention as well as a mutual senses grinding malignancy but each holds a threatening individualism which the band furthers across Degraded by Sepsis with the two instrumentals Misery, which lies within that trio of furies and Scent of Decomposition which follows them. The two tracks provide a rich evocative respite from the sonic scarring, though the haunting intimidation of the pieces still challenges nerves as the imagination explores the corners and depths of their musical narrative before being thrust once more into the fire.

The title track and the closing Putrescine provide that final furnace of intensity and annihilating consumption bringing the excellent confrontation to a blood boiling close. The first of the pair weaves a provocative melodic web around furious sonic terrorism to exploit further the striding imagination whilst its successor is a vicious brawl leaving senses and strength labouring before its primal malevolence.

Exhumer has uncaged a beast in Degraded by Sepsis that is thoroughly enjoyable and openly impressive, but with that question mark against the production misses grabbing the fullest acclaim, though inventively and musically it is masterful. A should investigate release for those with an appetite for the likes of Suffocation, Devourment, and Cryptopsy

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8/10

RingMaster 16/10/2013

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Expurgate: Dementia Tremens

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    For all its corrosive and destructive intent and violation of the senses with its blistering assault of brutal death metal, Dementia Tremens, the debut album from Colorado annihilators Expurgate is lock n loaded with some of the most compelling grooves known to captivation. It is a nine track, barely twenty three minute, devouring of the ear brought with accomplished skill and primal intensity which is impossible to fight off as well as have plenty to recommend it for.

Formed in 2010, the quartet of vocalist Jaymes Grundmann, guitarist Fuckin’ Ian, bassist Devin Tauber, and Chris Van Cleave on drums, take influences from the likes of Anal Blast, Disconformity, Brujeria, Dysentery, Disgorge, and Gutrot to create a senses gnawing onslaught which though arguably does not offer anything markedly new undoubtedly leaves one satisfied and emotionally fried. Released on Comatose Records, their debut is a guttural ravishment which slams the body into a submissive position whilst being aurally consumed by effacing enterprise and merciless intensity.

As opener 86 rages against the ear with ravenous riffs whilst the rhythms declare war on bone, the intent of the album and band is an Expurgate - Dementia Tremens 5x5 300dpiopen declaration. The song is unrelenting in its vicious assault, the bass stirring up the passion with its steely countenance whilst the guitar unleashes riffs and sonic grooves which spark up the passions. Vocally Grundmann discharges his riveting guttural smothering to energise the track, his delivery like a pig succumbing to a bestial incursion riles up the intensity further whilst squeezing the lyrical content into a brutal unintelligible bleed.

Through the likes of Viscera Insufflation and Redemption Through Seppuku, the band rampages with unbridled aggression and a compulsive tightly grooved invention which is as instinctively anthemic to the emotions as it is exhausting and corruptive. Despite moments where words or passages vocally gain clarity the overall lyrical abrasion is swamped by the primal delivery of Grundmann to at times leave one unsure of the content and the purpose of having a premise to their driven violation of the ear. Of course the passion and songs unleashed answer that question as further tracks like the vehemently pungent 40oz. Facefuck, with its criminally intrusive ravishing, and the outstanding Repugnant Torso Defilement snarl and fury upon the senses whilst mordantly seducing them with further irresistible barbaric grooves.

The crippling beats of Cleave throughout the album lays a barbed cage around the listener whilst spearing them with pure violence and alongside the continually impressive bass scourge of Tauber, the combination is a devastating joy for the grooves and nasty riffs of Ian to scar and rip the synapses alongside.  Viscous Human Putrilage is one of the pinnacles of their infernal union and with the constant black vocal squalls, and a track which churns over the senses like a rabid juggernaut.

Ending on the twisting malevolence of Disgorging Vomitous Anomalies, the album is a fine and satisfying release which hopefully will trigger the band to a fully active service which apparently right now is not the case. Yes it possibly lacks enough originality to ignite the fullest fires but is easily a worthy addition to brutal death metal and one which fans of bands such as Devourment, Disgorge, and Dysentery especially will find plenty of sickness to admire and enjoy.

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7/10

RingMaster 12/02/2013

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Depopulate: Till Man Exists No More

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Rich in primal malevolence and driven by bestial spite, the debut EP from Polish death metallers Depopulate is a towering threat to the senses and an equally rewarding treat for the passions. Till Man Exists No More does not venture to unknown places of originality or intrigue but simply unleashes invigorating violent assaults borne of well-trodden but accomplished violations. It is a crushing release which brings solid satisfaction and inciting maliciousness; whether it is good for the health is debatable but no one truly cares when it sounds as good as this.

Originally formed in 2012 as Eviscerated, the Katowice quintet of vocalist Kostek, guitarists Rumun and Bishop, bassist Skowron, and Jack on drums has become an emerging force within a full and busy Polish underground scene. The release of Till Man Exists No More is a step which with its strength and great sounds should take the band to the fore locally and to good attention further afield. It is a menace with muscles which leave permanent bruises on the psyche and a ravishment that shows no mercy or restraint, what could be better?

After a hellish but unsurprising intro, the album seizes control of the ear and beyond with Deranged I Slice. It is an instant 283767_375063755876283_2104401961_ncorruption of sonic lashing and crippling riffs from the guitars and bass, destructive unrelenting drums, and guttural bile cored vocal scowls which just captivate. It is basically a storm of aggressive spite and energy sapping malice brought with skill and enterprise. As mentioned there is not anything particularly adventurous going on but the song and release ignites something different with its raw and uncluttered presence. It is extreme metal dragged through hell by its strongest assets and Depopulate the accomplished deliverers.

The first track is brief and explosive, a pleasing trait for the whole release as the likes of Pandemic Lust and Wastesoaked next add their infernal corrosions. The first is a sand blast of caustic venom with again the drums of Jack nothing but impressive and the sonic scarring of the guitars a lethal confrontation to devour eagerly. The track gnaws and tears the senses from start to finish with rabid hunger, its inspiring passage a ragged embrace. The second emerges out of the wake of its predecessor and continues the unbridled pummelling. The bass finds an extra menace to its prowling intent whilst the song as a whole just bears flesh ripping rhythmic teeth and sonic viciousness throughout.

The romantic Show Me The Way To Your Heart steps up next… well with a title like that there is an uncertainty as what it will offer but rest assured it is as hateful and deadly as what came before with no sap included. Like all the tracks it is not always an easy listen but completely rewarding. It is a monstrous outrage which demands many returns to its lair, though the release is exactly the same to be fair and both receive their wishes.

Closing with the final sonic humiliation of the senses with the excellent Harvesting Human Flesh, the EP is a mighty release which one can only recommend to all genre fans. It provides all the fruits to satisfy all needs from a death metal release and for an introduction will ensure Depopulate is a name to be noted. Certainly for fans of bands such as Cannibal Corpse, Devourment, Obscenity, and Aborted, Till Man Exists No More is a recommended listen.

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RingMaster 12/12/2012

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