I bought this purely based on the description on Headsplit's store site, which reads thus: "The much anticipated debut full length from Portland, Oregon death metal executioners! Chock full of old school death metal sound and attitude. You will want to give this a repeat play when lifting some weights!" And since it's been a long running joke in my circle about riffs that make you want to pick up some weights, I bought it, and I'm glad I did. This is going to be one of my top 10 of the year, right up there with the new Embalmer, and the blown-out chugging riffage and puked vocals satisfy my need for this kind of death metal perfectly. The closest I can get to describing this band's sound through comparison would be NunSlaughter, Jungle Rot, Autopsy, Obituary, and Blasphemy taking turns writing songs for each others' bands. It's great stuff, and I'm addicted. The song titles themselves are inspiringly filthy as well, including such fare as "Entrail Intruder," "Open Casket Funeral Puker," "Coffin Breath," and the one that made me certain this was a band I need to pay attention to, "Sentenced to Gang Rape." The lyrics are suitably vile as well. This album is the total package and any old school death metal fan will be happy with it. I'm pushing this one hard on my comrades, it deserves to be heard! I can't wait for the next one. The tape can be had from Headsplit, and the CD from Memento Mori.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
From the steaming pits of Brazil comes Bode Preto, an excellent band that rides the fine line between black metal and death metal just like so many of their countrymen. Stylistically, they remind me of a cross between early Sarcofago and aggressive De Mysteriis Dom Sathanas-era Mayhem. Their relentless, aggressive attack, however, reminds me of bands like Blasphemy, Black Witchery, or Proclamation. The recording itself helps the band - it's not pristine, and it's not utter junk for the sake of cult-ness (it's is a crime, by the way, that so many bands choose to ruin perfectly good albums for that reason). It's a clear recording, but with just enough fuzz and dissonance and chaotic aplomb to lend real personality to the album, the way productions did for bands in the early days of this music. That goes for the songwriting, too. The songwriting is over the top, in your face, and perpetually devastating, the way proper South American black/death ought to be. Bode Preto went to the top of my list immediately along with Sarcofago, Mystifier, Holocausto, Krisiun, old Sepultura, and the handful of others that have made the Brazilian scene what it is today.