Written by: The Administrator
When ye olde Sleeping Village is pillaged and plundered in typical fashion--a frequent occurrence, if we're being honest--the inevitable spoils of the marauders feels fairly obvious: livestock, gold, artifacts, leather-bound tomes containing alchemical secrets. However, we were recently targeted by a new kind of thievery as an HM-2 afflicted crew graced us with their boisterous presence, demanding not the usual fare, but rather the bile from our rotten guts. After a messy and putrid passing of the collection plate, Vomitheist left us, erm, vomit-less. Lacking a certain subtlety, it was a little too noisy to be considered a heist per se, but rather than stew in the unfairness of it all, we slumbering scribes simply decided to give their tunes a spin. As it turns out, Vomitheist's debut album is a remarkable first outing, an absolute beast of a release. Straddling both a classic buzzsaw Swedish death metal muscularity and a putridity that distinctly reeks of a butchered Autopsy, NekroFvneral nails that delicious cadaver-licking foul factor while remaining a highly listenable--dare I say infectious--affair. This is a dominating debut performance, and Vomitheist have declared themselves a name to watch in very short order indeed.
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Written by: The Administrator
Alas. Despite what ye may have heard, it's not all ink, parchment, and drafty scriptoriums here at the Sleeping Village. As a semi-functional (and, yes, entirely fictional) medieval settlement, we are no strangers to physical labor. The crops must be harvested, the huts must be thatched, and, much to our chagrin, the primordial sewage pit doesn't just empty itself. And so, on days like this, when the workload is imposing and the potential for sweaty brows is nigh inevitable, we highfalutin peasants require a soundtrack befitting the tasks at hand. Enter, then, the always reliable Transcending Obscurity Records. More specifically, enter Abscession's monstrous (and varied) Rot of Ages. Let me be blunt. This is exciting Swedeath at its finest. This is exciting, burly Swedeath at its finest. No, let me revise that once more. This is exciting, burly, melodically-inclined, beat-you-up-and-steal-your-lunch-money Swedeath at its absolute fuckin' finest. Despite having limited listening time by benefit of its recent release date, I'm comfortably considering this album among one of my favorite exemplars of the style released this year. Mostly because Abscession's view of said style feels uncommonly expansive. |
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