Debris is the title of the new EP from Swiss death metallers Mnemocide and also what will be left of the senses after facing their seriously appetising debut release. Four instinctively and invasively ravenous tracks skilfully woven through deliberate enterprise, the EP is a striking introduction to a band already suggesting very big things could be ahead for and from them.
From Basel, Mnemocide began in 2017 but emerged into the open earlier this year after honing their death metal bred adventurous sound. Joining producer Christoph Brandes in Iguana Studios near Freiburg, Germany, the quintet recorded Debris a few months back, a debut which quite simply makes us what to hear so much more.
EP opener, Only Shades, comes into view on cold winds, a portentous pulsation accompanying its emergence before guitars entangle the growing intimation. It all veers into a groove driven stalking of the senses, a powerful and sinister stroll loaded with restrained but invasive rhythms and potent throat raw vocals. Those grooves continue to lure keen attention within the similarly inviting if threatening consumption of sound where melodic enterprise and tempestuous intimation only adds to the track’s imposingly stirring presence, the EP off to a highly persuasive and stirring start.
The following Pawns swiftly manipulates the imagination with its initial samples, accentuating its persuasive lure with the subsequent tide of advancing riffs and heftily swung rhythms. Stride by creative stride, the track is persuasive warfare, every note a magnetic statement of intent as barbarous as it is captivating. If its predecessor impressed, the second song had us lustily hooked, success pretty much matched by next up Collapse, another track which got further under the skin carnivorous riff by barbarous rhythm. As suggested, the classic heart of death metal beats within the Mnemocide sound but again this is a song which embraces its seeds with imaginative adventure and violently flirtatious catchiness.
The same template breeds EP closer Soul Collector, a track chipping away at defences from its first breath as beats lustily land on and riffs gnaw away at the senses with almost viral contagion. Even darker, ravenous hues gather as the track prowls, all accentuating its grooved temptation and mercurial veering towards inhospitable countenance.
It is a fine end to a release which has become more stirring and irresistible by the listen. There are also big hints of a brewing uniqueness within the EP which only adds to an anticipation of what is to follow from a band ready demanding eager attention.
The Debris EP is about now; available@ https://mnemocide.bandcamp.com/releases
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Pete RingMaster 02/11/2018
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Inspired by a fan at their first show after returning, Let It Go is an infectious stroll with a web of hooks which just relentlessly hit the spot. Bass and drums create a tasty nagging as persistent as it is mercurial in its attack whilst guitar and vocals colour the heart of the emotion bred encounter. Embracing a weave of rock bred flavours the song makes it easy for ears and personal thoughts to be involved with its presence before the melancholic but uplifting Sorrows fully grabbed attention and fresh plaudits.
The following Hysteria surges through ears with punk ‘n’ roll rancor, beats thumping with flirtatious violence as group shouts and urges accompany individual temptation. It is a seriously enjoyable and insatiable trespass emulated in its own way by successor Golden Rats but given a whole new web of twists and turns to become scorched by and addicted too. Both tracks reveal more of the bolder hunger and adventure in the band’s sound; exploration further stretched and exploited within the invasively mercurial Death Cab. As its punk heart bellows and ensnares like a malicious Shevils, the band’s rock ‘n’ roll instincts gains momentum, the great blend of vocals following the imaginative endeavour. Wiry grooves and the brooding growl of the bass only add to the unbridled magnetism brewed and devoured.
The excellent start is matched by the caustic stomp of Find A Way, its intensive assault a furious charge compared to the swagger of the previous protagonist but veined with melodic tendrils and scythes and twisting spirals of noise. For all the rage, already an inbred infectiousness is as powerfully commandeering reactions, Insanity entangling both with imagination and zeal. It is a quality as rich within the album’s title track and indeed What I See after that. The first of the pair points and challenges with every syllable and note, band cries and neck muscle testing catchiness a particular trespassing incitement within nothing but while the second flows from its predecessor upon another deliciously grouchy bassline into a web of seriously grooved and rapacious punk rock with the instincts to rock ‘n’ roll.
It is hard to say that Life’s December is yet offering anything boldly new in sound but from this song alone there is plenty of fresh resourcefulness to get the teeth and appetite seriously into; a potent and dynamic persuasion which continues with Memories and World Of Blame. The first gets right under the skin in no time with its steely grooves and grouchy riffs. Once in control it then uncages a rapacious torrent of melodic intrusions and rhythmic rancor which in turn is soon involved in a net of more welcoming and emotively lively exploits. Across the song, the band seamlessly slips into mellower or more cancerous endeavours, contrasts and extremes skilfully woven together to create one of the more dramatically unique and memorable passages within the album. In comparison, its successor is a carnal tempest of noise and spite; a fall into sonic causticity and vocal ire which without matching up to its predecessors still has ears fully engaged especially as it expands its stark and increasingly cancerous landscape of sound and emotion.
The excellent start is superbly continued by Shiba and its heavily bruising and similarly contagious intensive boogie. There are no escaping essences of bands like Kyuss and Queens Of The Stone Age as a flirtatiously salty scything of guitar streaks through the brooding invasion of cantankerous bass and swiping beats, but with its gripping atmospheric theatre and ravenous intensity the track is uniquely a Dog Days beast.