Nale – Death, Skulls, Satan

Driven by infection loaded scowls, hungrily rousing sounds, and rock ‘n’ roll roars, Death, Skulls, Satan is one of those encounters you not only want but need to set the day swinging. The second album from Swedish outfit Nale, it is a rowdily explosive, physically manipulative stomp echoing by all accounts the band’s renowned live energy and prowess.

Formed in 2007, Stockholm hailing Nale released their self-titled debut EP that first year with its successor, From Shit to Salvation uncaged two years later. Critical acclaim met the band’s first album in 2012, Ghost Road Blues recorded with producer Lawrence Mackrory (F.K.Ü, Darkane). The Zombieland EP since has only pushed their growing reputation as too a potent live presence which has seen the band playing the likes of the Getaway Rock Festival, Sabaton Open Air Festival, and Wacken Open Air as well as headlining their own tour in India. Death, Skulls, Satan is Nale’s fusion of rock and metal in full holler and at a whole new level of adventure and persuasion, one of those encounters you just cannot tuck away and move away from.

Slither kicks things off, immediately gnawing and inflaming the senses with its instinctive swing and prowl. Voracious rock and grooved metal unite, riffs harrying and rhythms biting as the track rips through ears. There is a great Static X essence to the Pantera meets King Hiss like song, more so from the vocal contagion of Mathias Blom and a flavouring which pursues the appetite across the multi-hued release. The track continued to writhe and trespass, quickly getting under the skin and thereon worming itself deeper by the second.

The excellent start is forcibly backed by the raw and concussive antics of Filth, the track a predacious confrontation crawling across the senses with ill-intent in its devilry. A touch of Devildriver lines the beast, the song almost leering and drooling over the listener with its nagging riffs and salacious grooves; guitarist Tomas Åkvik laying down sonic pheromones. Its primal temptation moves over for the blues lilted, stoner dusted Dead Man’s Song. As its predecessors, it is a web of grooved and rhythmic tenacity merging the familiar with wholly fresh imagination and invention. It did feel the least original proposition within the album yet it certainly emerged as one of the most captivating.

The album’s title track is contagion, feral rock ‘n’ roll as irritable as it is virulent with Blom a rascal ringleader to the inescapable rhythmic swing of drummer Anders Ljung and the snarling mischievous bassline of Johan Risberg. With Åkvik similarly whipping up spirit and imagination, the track is superb leaving the body breathless and spirit elevated ready for the heavy weighted arousal cast by Exit. Ljung pounds the senses like there is no tomorrow but with purpose and craft whilst Risberg’s bass growls with carnivorous intent. Riffs in turn match its antipathy as Blom crawls over the damage caused; the united proposition another fiercely catchy intrusion with a tinge of Powerman 5000.

Blues and muscle strung hard rock colour the following No Escape, it another adrenaline driven, inventively woven escapade while for fifty odd seconds Drive power drills into the senses with punk discontent and grooved metal toxicity. It is a glorious assault just far too short though its lack of length is more than compensated by the ear entangling, groove twisting seduction of The Black. Dark and sinister, the track writhes over the listener fingering every weak spot until submission like a flirtatious grim reaper.

Hell’s Wrath has the body back bouncing within seconds after, rhythms and grooves alone enough to spark eager participation with Smasher after leading the imagination into dark contemplation. The first just barrels through ears with its voracious rock ‘n’ roll whilst the second takes a more considered attack weaving an array of flavours into its tapestry of temptation.

Final track Pigs mixes both assaults, flying at the senses at times and stalking ears in between but all the time teasing and inflaming an appetite for bruising rock ‘n’ roll. It is a fiery conclusion to an album which ok maybe lacks true uniqueness at times but excites ears and ignites the spirit from start to finish.

Death, Skulls, Satan is out now via Black Lodge.

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Pete RingMaster 29/03/2018

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Prematory – Corrupting Influence

 

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    There has been a wealth of invigorating and thrilling thrash metal releases over the past twelve months or so and maybe to top the lot comes Corrupting Influence from Belgian thrashers Prematory. If you ask whether it offers anything dramatically new to the genre the answer would have to be, like predominantly most of the recent successes, no but whether it adds a fresh breath and potent shot in the arm for the scene, then that is a resounding yes. Eleven tracks of voracious imaginative metal with the craft and adventure to fire up senses and passions, the second album from the Leuven quintet is a snarling beast of a provocation, an antagonistic rebellion musically and lyrically which simply ignites the fullest, hungriest satisfaction.

      Formed in 2007 by bassist Joeri Trescinski, guitarist Joeri Van De Schoot, and drummer Thomas Minnen, with vocalist Simon Duson coming in soon after, the band spent the first couple of years working on their material, breaking that up with the occasional gig. Second guitarist Jonas Van De Sande then joined the line-up before the band entered the studio to record debut album Suiciety in 2010, it following on from the five track demo of the previous year, We’re the Titans. The album drew impressively strong responses from fans and press, and helped the band to secure support slots for bands such as Warbringer, F.K.U., and Dr. Living Dead. Established in the Belgian underground scene, the band followed up that success began hitting stages in countries such as Germany and The Netherlands. The addition of Thomas Wuyts to replace the departing Minnen came about as the band began writing for their follow-up album, the transition a seemingly seamless affair within the creation of Corrupting Influence. Linking up with producer Sven Janssens (ex-Aborted) from the Red Left Hand studio, the album was recorded early 2013 with the mastering provided by Chris “Zeuss” Harris (Suffocation, Soulfly, Hatebreed). Now released via Punishment 18 Records, the scintillating fury is armed to the gills with all the qualities and strengths to put Prematory on the frontline of current day thrash.

     Taking a look and swipe at everything from global, social, and political ills in modern society, Corrupting Influence sizes up PrematoryCoverthe listener with the provocative and enticing instrumental Sledgehammer to start things off. A sultry embrace covers the ears first before guitars expand a fiery climate, one soon driven by bold rhythms and tenderising riffs. Laying this potent canvas for barely over a minute, the riveting piece is immediately succeeded by Insignificance, a delicious carnivorous bassline providing its initial path into an already awoken appetite. Striding rapacious riffs are soon stealing its limelight alongside thumping yet restrained rhythms to stretch the brewing contagion, a lure added to by the slightly grizzled and grouchy vocal tones of Duson. The song proceeds to stomp and challenge with a relish and invention which sees twisting grooves and sonic flames searing those little hairs which grace every ear. The Metallica essence which marked their earlier album is less pronounced here but still an available temptation even if it is agreeably more in the swagger of songs than sound now. Providing a varied and creative endeavour to submit full attention and hunger to, the track sculpts a breath-taking full start to the album.

    The following Down the Drain is no less impressive as it keeps that adrenaline fuelled foot to the pedal and launches at the senses with a vocal and sonic predation. An almost Suicidal Tendencies like coaxing creeps into the song, especially in the vocal delivery, adding a great raw surface to the already caustically appealing encounter. Irresistibly anthemic and rigorously dynamic, the song’s ferocity is tempered by the magnetic beginning to Hold My Breath, a lone guitar veining the air with a simple and evocative temptation as singular drum punches intimidate the atmosphere. Building up to its full expulsion the track sends shards of melodic invention through the brewing fight before embracing the senses in a bear hug of accusatory vocals, combative rhythms, and condemning riffs. Less immediate than other songs, its drama and rebuking might still finds its way into the deepest appreciate and hunger, whilst the album continues with its insatiable energy.

    Both the virulently infectious Toxic Experiment, the name perfect for its blistering sound and presence, and the intensely enjoyable Lies upon Lies place another layer of thrash quality upon the album, though the second of the pair for the first time on the release seems to recycle previous riffs too openly to avoid detection. It does not deter a full and eager consumption though before the outstanding assault of Grave Raiser or the simply scintillating Sentenced for Life. Starting with an intro which provides one of those toxins there is no cure for, bait which leaves the juices incontrollable, the second of the two is a predator which uses every spiteful angle and ravenous invention to raise the temperature. It is a glorious and unique slab of vivacious enterprise, Eastern promise slipping in at times to explore and accelerate the ridiculously addictive pull of the song whilst its core evolution of sounds and ideas is impossibly bewitching as it takes best song honours.

    Avoiding the possibility of being an anti-climax after such a triumph the following pair of Peace?! and Bad Blood offer maybe more straight forward thrash blitzes but no less satisfying furnaces to engage in, whilst the closing title track uncages one final ravaging with compelling twists and vicious mischief to leave Corrupting Influence on a mighty high. You might not be getting something remarkably ground-breaking from Prematory on their new release but for thrash metal of the highest deviously addictive order than Corrupting Influence is a must have slab of inventive ferocity.

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9/10

RingMaster 26/02/2014

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