Sibiir – Swallow & Trap Them

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Sibiir is a quintet of experienced musicians from Sigh & Explode, Jack Dalton, Do You Love Melena? and Call:Vega who decided to unite in 2014 to get together and craft some heavy and intense tunes that would reflect their mutual love for the heavier and darker side of music.” It is safe to say on the evidence of their two track debut Swallow & Trap Them, intent has been brewed, explored, and rabidly achieved. A fusion of hardcore ferocity and spite, atmospheric black metal trespass, and murky post metal despondence, the band’s sound and release swarms the senses with carnivorous intent and suffocating malevolence. Yet in its depths there is an instinctive contagion which flirts from within the raw tempest, a compelling lure which just pulls you further into the savagery.

sibiir_cover_RingMaster Review    Swallow & Trap Them is one of those proposals which will alienate as forcibly as it enslaves, not easy to imagine the encounter leaving too many in the middle ground undecided on their take on the fury. That intensity just adds something to a release though, an imposing take it or leave it air virtually demanding a reaction of some sort and certainly the two tracks from the Oslo band enforces that question.

The title track comes first, bestial rhythms and just as feral riffs descending on ears in horde like fashion. Already there is hostility which has the senses withering, even more rapidly once the throat shredding tones of Jimmy Nymoen sear air and song. That initial torrent of barbarous bruising continues throughout but to it guitarists Tobias Gausemel Backe and Steffen Grønneberg spin sinuous sonic enterprise and intrusiveness speared by the predatory call of Kent Nordli’s bass and the quite simply lethal swings of drummer Eivind Kjølstad. It is a maelstrom of energy and rancorous emotion but one unafraid to seed infectious hooks and addictive textures that ebb and flow across the volatile and continually evolving canvas of emotional and physical punishment.

You cannot say that second song These Rats We Deny is a lighter affair but from its first breath it has virulence to its character and smog of noise which just grips from the first second and never releases its hold even as the track throws itself through tortuous scenery and malevolent climates. Bands like Nerv and NVRVD come to mind during the fierce incitement, though it is hard to think of many fuelling their corrosive turbulence with the insidious addiction forging seducing that both tracks carry but These Rats We Deny especially exploits. Finally embalming ears and appetite with the juices of allegiance through a glorious chorus of anthemic band roars, the track and release leaves a big grin on the face and spark for lust in the passions.

You might suspect that Sibiir touched the sweet spot in personal tastes for us and will definitely do so for a great plague of others. These are the first two songs written and recorded by the band and let us hope not the last conjured by the get together of talent, for Swallow & Trap Them is nothing short of violently majestic.

Swallow & Trap Them is available from September 4th via Disiplin Media.

Pete Ringmaster 04/09/2015

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Hombre Malo – Persistent Murmur of Words of Wrath

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Full of uncompromising fury and unbridled belligerence, Persistent Murmur of Words of Wrath the new album from Norwegian band Hombre Malo, is an incendiary device to ignite the imagination and passions. Its explosive nature and severe hostility is not for the faint hearted but sandwiched between opening and closing tracks which made potent and sizeable impressions there lays a cauldron of blistering enterprise and virulent hostility to take the breath away. Creating a tempestuous fusion of hardcore and noise rock with stoner and sludge metal, Hombre Malo has unleashed a beast of an album which is sure to make a relatively unknown band a talking point in a broader expanse of mouths.

Hailing from Oslo, Hombre Malo was formed in 2008 by ex-members of Sons of Saturn and Ictus and features current members of MOE and Okkultokrati. The quartet since starting has splits with bands like Jack and the Bearded Fishermen, Desert Icons, and Sofy Major under their belt as well as their 2009 debut album The Ecstasy Of Devastation. All have bred acclaim and eager attention though it is easy to feel that Persistent Murmur of Words of Wrath will be making the strongest impression for the band so far. Recorded with Ruben Willem and mastered by Brad Boatright (High On Fire, Ringworm, Nails), the band’s second album is a provocation from a band which you just feel relishes the turbulence they are going to create in the ears, thoughts, and emotions of their listeners.

Opener L’Etranger instantly casts stoner-esque grooves around ears as the album begins its conquest, their spicy coaxing matched by punchy beats designed again to grab attention. It is an inflammatory start for the imagination which loses a little of its potency when relaxing into a heavy and intensive stroll, though that small relinquishing of intrigue is compensated by the caustic tones of The Muerto, his throat spilling venom and spite with every forced syllable. With rises of rhythmic endeavour and the still virulently enticing grooves, the track has a firm hold as it continues to merge hardcore and punk with its sludgy tsunami of noise.

As mentioned earlier it is a strong start flooded with potential, as the band, but not able to inflames senses and passions as its successors begin to do from hereon in, starting with Crosses And hombre_maloMarching Feet. Striding from the news sample bulging link connecting the first two tracks, the song bawls and then brawls with ears as a crescendo of agitated beats and riffs fling themselves at the senses, all guided by again corrosive vocal squalls. Like a furnace sculpted by Melvins, Kunz, and Unsane, the track is all out assault of sonic voracity and creative mayhem honed into a deranged and addictive maelstrom.

Its success though is just a taster for the album’s pinnacle, the sensational Golden Calf. Again the song evolves from its predecessor, a great tendency of the release, and is soon crawling over the psyche with its corruptive rhythms and sonic unpredictability. Just as swiftly as the violent temptation takes hold, a swagger comes to grooves and beats, a swinging lure complimenting the equally infectious eruptions of bruising mass vocals. The further into its body it takes ears the more gripping the blaze of punk rock bred antagonism and predation aligned to psych rock ingenuity. Like a mix of Poison Idea and fellow Oslo band Shevils, the track is a vicious contagion which with a cleaner vocal delivery and unrelenting splinters of sonic taunting and teasing, simply ignites ears.

A darker sludge spawned turn to the album comes next through Vladislav, a track inspired by the homophobic murder of 23-year-old Russian Vladislav Tornovoi. The song prowls the senses from the start, riffs and grooves weighty and predacious intimidation stalking the listener. It is a constant pressure and oppressive enticing offered by the seven minute track, from its first breath to last a senses smothering provocation equipped with a carnivorous bass tone and raw vocal expression to match similar toxicity cast by the guitars. It too finds a catchy character within itself so that by its end it is stomping with a virulent suasion before making way for the punkish roar of Reaching The Shore. With the sonic voracity of a Coilguns to its hardcore truculence, the song scowls and boils with spiteful enterprise and abrasing intensity before it too has to part for its outstanding successor.

Elena, from a melancholic and abrasive melodic start which is portentous and seductive simultaneously, detonates a ravenous and sonically disorientating expulsion which soon settles into a no less uncompromising but more ordered creative shuffle. It is another song where it explores a contagiousness to grip feet and imagination whilst gnawing upon and spilling toxicity over senses and emotions. It is a glorious and hellacious ravishment which reveals even more of the incredible potential and already accomplished devilry in the band’s songwriting and sound.

The album finishes on the epic Deathbed Conversation, a track which flies from the traps with thrilling caustic ferocity. It is an engrossing storm, though when it slips into a provocative and darkly emotive exploration of its central character’s narrative amidst a haunting ambience and ethereal melodies, it lacks the inescapable grip of its predecessors if not the intriguing and impressing invention. Nevertheless it is a fine and potent end to an excellent incitement, a release suggesting that there is still much more to come from the depths of Hombre Malo, whilst establishing the band as one tremendous onslaught right now.

Persistent Murmur Of Words Of Wrath is available now via Disiplin Media @ https://disiplinmedia.bandcamp.com/album/persistent-murmur-of-words-and-wrath

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RingMaster 14/11/2014

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