VOMITOR
'The Escalation'
(Invictus
Productions / Hells Headbangers)
If there ever was a
record to crawl out from underneath a pile consisting of tape-traded
demos and live bootlegs of bands such as Sodom, Metallica, Slaughter
Lord and Morbid Angel - all in their prime and absolute best, faded
Poison / 'Deathcrush' shirts, copied fanzines and rusted bullet
belts, then 'The Escalation' it would be. The realization that an
album this primordial, Neanderhtal-ugly and off-putting falls just
right into one's comfort zone is both exciting and worrisome at the
same time. The album is a crude and murky onslaught of extremely
malicious guitar riffs and swarming solos, six feet under-like buried
vocals, gargantuan drumming and gruesome bass lines - pretty much the
equivalent of ramming a 666 inches armoured cock down the throat of
what the "metal" scene had become. Not a pretty sight /
listen for those who like it sappy and polished but a rewarding
revelation for the hordes that recognize the roots of genuine
extremity, aggression and madness that enforced the growth of the
poisoned fruits of evil, obey-to-none, metal sound. Vomitor are back
and in a crass fashion they'll forcefully drag your dying body
through seven songs of muddy trenches and barbwire fields to the time
before time. [8,5]
(Vladimir Petrov)
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