 Written by: Blackie Skulless
For all the hype that surrounded the latest Necrophobic release, I figured it was necessary to visit their albums that went beyond the first couple. Dawn Of The Damned dropped in October of last year, and this was a clear sign from the start that I’d been mistaken to sleep on the later material. For those unfamiliar, they’re a Swedish black/death metal band, widely looked at as pioneers of the style. Despite sticking to this since the early ‘90s, it certainly holds up. What’s important for a veteran band is to know how to gradually move forward with the style without overdoing it or going the opposite and isolating yourself. Necrophobic have found that nice medium in their latest. Atmosphere plays a big part in this record, casting ferociously fast drum blasts for an entire gradient of noise to get around. This acts as a sturdy barrier to go with the contradicting riffing, as it’s mostly done with tremolos and flattened basslines. All of it together creates a thick and saturated foundation that’s heavier than a train car.
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 Let it be know: Sleeping Village stalwart Izzy doesn't skimp when it comes to year end lists. As such, we'll be publishing, over the course of the next few days, a series of genre-specific Top 20 lists proudly bearing the Izzy stamp of approval. As "death" in and of itself tends to be a broad descriptor the assorted sub-genres existing under the umbrella have been labeled for yer convenience.
Says Izzy in regards to this list: "A summary of 2020's death metal to me is "everyone else liked it but I don't get it", very few of the years most popular releases clicked with me, so while I don't think any of my picks here are controversial, I think there is more underground-ish releases. Enjoy!"  Written by: The Voiceless Apparition
Here's an interesting question for you fine folks: think back to what you were doing 16 years ago. What were you doing? 16 years ago the underground enigma known as Anders Odden was releasing what was the "last" Cadaver album, Necrosis. But sadly, not a lot of people know who Cadaver is, and that's a damn shame. Cadaver are arguably the first death metal band to have ever come from Norway. They released two stellar albums in the early 1990's before abruptly disbanding in 1993. After reforming, changing their name twice, and releasing two more albums, Cadaver have returned with Edder and Bile. Anders Odden is the sole remaining original member (a lone wolf if you will), but this time around he is joined by one of the best drummers in all of extreme metal, and one of my personal drumming influences, Dirk fucking Verbeuren! So what has this 16 year hiatus done for Cadaver? Let's dive right in...  Written by: The Voiceless Apparition
Hello once again! The next album in Necrophagia's stellar discography is The Divine Art of Torture. (If you missed the first and second review in the series, be sure to check 'em out! - Ed). After the previous lineup broke up, Killjoy would recruit the help of guitarists and brothers Frediablo and Fug, former Immortal bassist Iscariah, drummer Tita Tani, and keyboardist extraordinaire and Sigh's genius mastermind Mirai Kawashima. This lineup would end up being the most active in the studio, releasing two albums and an EP all within the span of three or four years. But it all starts with this album. One thing that's noticeable from the get-go is that the new guitarist's styles are a little bit more refined. More melody, more technicality, but still keeping true with that Necrophagia sound. "Blaspheme the Body" starts the album out on a more brutal note with blackened sinister riffs, thrashy drums, and the voice of KIlljoy. "Upon Frayed Lips of Silence," however, is the first highlight on the album. This decrepit, groovy number instills that sense of catchiness for which Necrophagia was always known. This song is pure filth, the riffs ooze with decay. Though this isn't the most keyboard-centered Necrophagia release, this is the album that begins the process of adding more keyboards and synths to their sound. The subtle and spacey synths of Mirai Kawashima act as a juxtaposition to the rotting hymns of the band itself, which I give major praise to.  Written by: The Voiceless Apparition
So here we are again! I'm just gonna get straight into it. Holocausto de la Morte is the second album (not counting the bootleg release of what was supposed to be their first album) from Necrophagia. Notably, a lot had changed for Necrophagia since Season of the Dead. For one, the band broke up in early 1987, in which Killjoy subsequently began a few other projects including his solo band Killjoy and the ever-underrated (and previously reviewed by your's truly) Cabal. After Cabal broke up, Killjoy retired from the music industry to focus on taking care of his family, but in 1998 something changed. Killjoy was approached by none other than Philip H. Anselmo of Pantera fame. Philip and Killjoy had been in contact since the 1980's and Phil always showed his appreciation for Necrophagia. So, to my knowlege, the story goes that Phil asked Killjoy if he'd reform Necrophagia...and he originally declined, But, due to the persistence of Phil, he gave in, under the condition that Phil write the sickest, most horrific, and deranged horror metal album of all time. Within a month or two Phil came back with this entire album written. Killjoy was so impressed that he agreed and thus the reformation of the greatest band of all time came to be, and therefore Holocausto de la Morte was vomited forth from the gaping womb of extreme metal. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
Lately, I’m noticing a resurgence of death metal bands that really slam that “caveman” description deep into the molding foundations of the once stiff walls. More often than not, you’ll find that in many a doom/death release. Finland’s Proscription consists of band members who have been around for a while, touching many projects in their time. This one paints horrific, drawn-out doomy vocals over music that’s far more blackened death metal oriented, and the outcome is Conduit. Before diving in head first, you need to know it’s an album that requires the right setting and mood. No distractions, little light, and the hunger for riffs that drag you deeper into the murky depths of unlight. A bit dramatic? Probably. But Proscription are all about the feeling and less about the musical makeup. The entire foundation relies on layers of tremolo picking backed by rumbling bass that can only be felt. The drums are utilized to take precedence when the guitars whine and screech, using agonizing wails to breathe out and force the rhythms behind the kit upward. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
Skeleton are another one of those bands we get a couple of per year that blow up seemingly overnight. Hailing from Austin, Texas, they bring forth a common but solid brand of death/thrash/black metal that touches many a fanbase. Pairing this with the fact that they’re (apparently) big in their local scene, they’ve caused a lot of hype. More often than not, this leads me to disappointment, but thankfully that isn’t the case with their debut record Skeleton. Getting it out on the table now, this band is all over the place. Certain things can be picked out to observe each style. The riffing aesthetic is from a thrashier standpoint, the drumming and rhythmic integrity comes from the death metal ideals, and the vocals cast blackened mold that seeps into the foundation everywhere else in small doses. But even with that rather stable construct, the songwriting jumps all across the spectrum, running into hell and back. Admittedly, this is Skeleton’s only flaw, seeing how often the mood jumps around. The lack of flow forces the blackened feel to act as the only adhesive. 
Written by: Loveloth
Gather 'round, everyone. Let me tell you a short story. Abdul Alhazred, like any foolish mortal, thought he could evade the cosmos' grasp. Many years ago, around 700 A.D., Abdul spent a decade studying ruins of ancient cities before disappearing into the desert. After his return, he spent his final days in Damascus, and it was there that he unveiled the cursed book--The Necronomicon. There laid information which should've remained hidden. In 738, his punishment finally came; The Mad Arab disappeared without a trace and many wondered what was the reason behind, for they knew he dabbled with black magick and worshipped otherworldly beings. No one knows what exactly happened to him, but the book prevailed and got translated into Greek, Latin, German and eventually English. The whereabouts of the book and its copies are unknown and trust me, it's for the better. Whoever read its pages faced madness, death, or worse. That book is pure evil and I would advise you, dear reader, to not chase that knowledge so many before you have. But what do I know for I am just a mere mortal, just like you. Or am I? Whatever the case, it seems the spirit of The Mad Arab lives on, and in this particular case, lives through Esoctrilihum. 
Written by: Blackie Skulless
I can almost always count on Blood Harvest to deliver some of the nastiest, filthiest, and most unlovable music that’s ever been unearthed. Nekus are a German act that cooks up horrific soundscapes that fit this description perfectly. Their debut album Death Nova Upon The Barren Harvest casts some striking imagery based from the black and death metal voids. The dirtiness of the former crossed with the filthiness of the latter is why this takes such monstrous form. There are only four tracks, none being overly long besides the ten-minute closer “Dagger Of The Corrupter,” so it’s actually a fairly swift listen. But truthfully, it all feels like one massive song. The common core of droning riffs that feel like a constant swarm of hornets clouding up small hints of comprehensive rhythm saturates every track with ungodly amounts of weight. If it weren’t for the rather steady drum patterns, you’d have a hard time finding the direction of where things are headed. 
Written by: Loveloth
George Carlin was a genius. A philosopher in comedian's cloth, an astute social commentator and a dude who was way ahead of his time. His ability to confront people with difficult-to-stomach facts in a hilarious way remains to be topped. Among all his numerous (and brilliant) bits, a few stuck with me, so today I will showcase a quote from his “Saving the planet” bit--which, like most Carlin routines, is even more relevant today: “We’re so self-important, so self-important. Everybody’s gonna save something now: “Save the trees! Save the bees! Save the whales! Save those snails!” and the greatest arrogance of all: “Save the planet!” What?! Are these fucking people kidding me?! Save the planet?! We don’t even know how to take care of ourselves yet! We haven’t learned how to care for one another and we’re gonna save the fucking planet?!” Keep in mind he said this in 1992, in a time where grunge was becoming a serious deal, and way before Al Gore, Kyoto's convention and the whole “Save the Earth” hype that is cool today. Now, as a the filthy palaeontology nerd that I am, and to have as smooth of a transition as possible, it is my duty to showcase you any band that decides to tackle such matters. The Ocean do it, Endolith does it, and now Thecodontion do it on their debut Supercontinent. |
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