Castevet - Obsian (Profound Lore, 2013)
by atanamar Sunday, February 16, 2014 0 comments
I wrote about Castevet's latest mind-melting opus over at Metal Bandcamp.
Lay Down Rotten - Deathspell Catharsis (Apostasy Records, 2014)
by atanamar Saturday, February 08, 2014 0 comments
Once upon a time, I preferred a modest helping of melody in my death metal. These days, I prefer moderation; it’s too easy to rely on worn out, saccharine templates. On their latest album, Lay Down Rotten nail a victorious ratio of harmony to massacre. Deathspell Catharsis is ridiculously well crafted, crammed full of compelling riffs and songwriting.
Lay Down Rotten display admirable architectural instincts; Deathspell Catharsis beckons you in with dynamics that demand much banging of the head. The compelling rhythmic panoply recalls both Amon Amarth and Lamb of God in their earliest incarnations. The melodic accents evoke the sinister sensibilities of God Dethroned in their prime. Sublime, shredding leads wrap up this wickedly complete package.
This was my first encounter with Lay Down Rotten; I was completely unaware of their existence, let alone their tenure on Metal Blade records. Given their ability to sustain my interest throughout a lengthy LP, I think it’s high time to check out their catalog.
Deathspell Catharsis is out on February 11th. Check a track below:
Ritual Chamber – The Pits of Tentacled Screams (Self-released, 2013)
by atanamar Tuesday, February 04, 2014 0 comments
I’ve been bending a knee to the Incantation discography of late, pondering the many bands who’ve made worthy, if unsuccessful, attempts to approach the glory of their sound. I discovered Ritual Chamber fresh off a spin of Mortal Throne of Nazarene. After shaking off confusion and amazement at the magnificent music at hand, compulsion quickly set in. The Pits of Tentacled Screams is a feast of quality, consistency, and neck wrecking glory that rivals the elders.
Creeping, tentacular riffs and howling, cavernous auras do not a good album make. It’s the fucking songs, man; composition, dynamics, and riffs give life to death. Ritual Chamber have got it figured out. Or rather, Numinas, the band’s sole member, has got it figured out. I can’t fathom how one man could conceive and execute such a righteous paean to putrescence.
This is not just another roiling rollercoaster of filth; these songs are oozing with numinous character. Whenever the heaving murk threatens to pull you under, a festering and contagious guitar lead will elevate the proceedings towards triumph. A wonderfully hands-off production job lets all of the instruments shine through the darkness.
I’ve been worshipping at the altar of death for many a year; I’m comfortable letting my instincts lead the way on this one. The Pits of Tentacled Screams is worthy; genuflect.