Remember Creatrix? I sure as hell do. It wasn’t too long ago that The Last Martyr shook the walls of ye olde Sleeping Village with their stupendous debut EP. While we’ve been slumbering, they, evidently, have been putting in the work: this Aussie outfit seemingly cranks out high-quality singles with the aptitude and piston-like precision of a well-oiled machine. It feels strange to refer to such newcomers as “markedly consistent,” but here we are, appraising a band with, like, six songs to their name as if they were genre mainstays. And all after a significant lineup change, no less. Every foray into the studio inevitably results in another solid track showcasing the band's assorted strengths in equal measure, and with their latest, The Last Martyr predictably utilized the formula to great success once more.
Finding excellence in unexpected places is one of the greatest joys in the (otherwise sordid) life of a music-reviewing scribe. While I haven’t been terrible vocal on this forum regarding personal opinions on melodic metalcore/post-hardcore, here’s a primer: I don’t explore those particular bogs frequently, as the vast majority seems to exist in a nebulous state of commercial creative regurgitation. And I don’t like bile on my boots.
But, on infrequent yet glorious occasion, a band like The Last Martyr takes elements of an established sound, add their own spin, and elevate said genre out of the murk. At risk of spoiling the rest of this damn review, let’s just say that Creatrix, the stellar debut EP before ye, succeeds enormously in this regard.
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