Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.



Rating: 3.5/5.0
DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
Label: Relapse Records
Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

Cytolysis – Surge of Cruelty Review

By Owlswald

Embracing the brutal death metal staples of extreme violence, mutilation, and gore, Cytolysis is the solo project of drummer Darren Cesca (ex-Arsis, ex-Deeds of Flesh). Temporarily breaking from his duties in Goratory and Eschaton, Cesca uses Cytolysis as an outlet to write, perform, and produce his own horror-filled material. His first offering, Portraits of Malevolence, tipped the scales firmly towards deathcore and was a competent yet unremarkable slab of sonic torture. After a five-year hiatus, Cesca emerges from the depths once more with Surge of Cruelty, hoping to follow Cytolysis’ run-of-the-mill debut with something far more malicious. But as it turns out, not much has changed.

Cytolysis remains deathcore through and through. Driven by its strong rhythmic core, the name of the game on Surge of Cruelty is consistency and groove, with songwriting that largely relies on devastating Acacia Strain-esque breakdowns, mid-tempo plods, and half-time slams. Down-tuned guitars deliver a one-dimensional backdrop of bludgeoning power chords and devilish chugs, while Cesca’s blast beats, swift kick patterns, and tight grooves twist and turn with technical precision and a mechanical pulse. His Pyrexian vocals feature an abundance of unvaried pig squeals and guttural, vomit-flavored growls that often recede into the highly compressed mix. Guest vocals—like those from Brian Forgue (Syphilic) on “A Blood Soaked Offering,” or Mac Smith (Eschaton, Apogean) on “Devout Sacrifice”1—offer a welcome contrast to Cesca’s conventional delivery, injecting much-needed dynamism through their soiled, vulgar-sounding roars. Still, even with its technically sound components, Cesca assembles Surge of Cruelty into a predictable and ultimately monotonous eleven tracks.

Surge of Cruelty suffers from a structural monotony that makes its forty-four minutes feel sluggish and overlong. Cytolysis’ over-reliance on a limited playbook of chunky breakdowns and trudging grooves ultimately bleeds the album of its energy. Rather than building or evolving, the record’s flow feels like Cesca stitched similar-sounding tracks together. This predictability is immediately evident on opener “Your Slow Demise.” Embodying a run-of-the-mill brutality, the track builds on a foundation of lumbering mid-tempo chuggery and grinding slowdowns amidst Cesca’s squeals. Attempts at variation—like the choo-choo whistling guitar bends or the spells of dissonant guitars—lack supremacy and fall flat. Elsewhere, tracks like “Mark of the Demons,” “Surge of Cruelty,” and “Tribal Savagery” are packed with formulaic rhythms, low-end chugs, and tired-sounding riffs. Thankfully, the instrumental “Ritual Carnage” provides a moment of separation with its buzzing bass, pounding drums, and throat singing, but its effect is short-lived, as Cesca quickly pushes Surge of Cruelty right back into its old patterns. While the album’s shorter songs (“Innocence is Raped,” “A Blood Soaked Offering,” and “Consenting Brood”) fare better, too many tracks feel uninspired and aimless, lacking the quality material to justify their duration.

Moments of technical flair provide Surge of Cruelty’s most engaging passages, as Cytolysis explores the boundaries of its deathcore mold. Cesca’s quick double bass bursts in “Mark of the Demons” or the accented ride pattern in the title track provide subtle dynamics and a brief sense of variation. “Devout Sacrifice” stands out as one of the album’s strongest tracks, thanks to its numerous twists and turns and its tight, punishing groove that holds my attention despite its whistling guitar bends. Other notable material includes the syncopated intro riff of “Innocence is Raped” and the refreshingly fast tempo and dark atmosphere of “Hung from the Rafters”—a welcome change of pace that unfortunately arrives far too late. Making matters worse, the album’s production—which is compressed to hell—magnifies Surge of Cruelty’s homogeneity, stripping the material of any life and hindering Cytolysis’ moments of creativity.

My time with Surge of Cruelty began with hope but ended in disappointment. Cesca’s ability to single-handedly write, perform, and produce Cytolysis’ material is undoubtedly impressive, but Surge of Cruelty buckles under the weight of its own monotony and its sterile mix. While guest vocalists inject some much-needed dynamism and moments of technicality provide creative sparks, they are too infrequent to save an album that ultimately leaves little to hold onto after its best moments pass. Surge of Cruelty is a missed opportunity, but Cesca certainly has the talent to produce something far more compelling in the future.

Rating: Disappointing
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: darrencesca.weebly.com | facebook.com/darren.cesca
Releases Worldwide: August 8th, 2025

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Putridity – Morbid Ataraxia Review

By Alekhines Gun

Formed in the early 2000s, Putridity are an Italian brutal death band. With roots as a solo project by a former member of Obscene Perversion, the outfit grew from a one-man-basement dream into a fully fledged lineup of slowly increasing reputation from infrequent release to release. A decade has passed since the previous full-length Ignominious Atonement, though the recently released Greedy Gory Gluttony EP finds the band with a refreshed but stable lineup and an enhanced taste for lethality. With last year being a stunning time for brutal death of all shapes and sizes, and this year already facing challenges from young bands and veterans alike, do these brutal statesmen have an argument for a place at the top of the beatings heap?

Morbid Ataraxia puts a lot of stock in its hefty production. A spacious tonal palate allows the nonstop battering-ram drumming of Cédric Malebolgia to erupt from underneath the riffs, with heavy emphasis put on snare violation and rapid-fire cymbal interplay. Vocalist Andrea Piro features a fierce guttural that channels the spirit of vintage Analepsy, human and caustic without deteriorating into pure trash compactor indecipherability. The tones of founder Putrid Ciccio and Manuel Lucchini unfortunately drown out bassist Giancarlo Mendo but make up for it in raw punch, straddling a perfect line between just enough treble for progressions to be heard and enough bottom end to sound like driving cement mixers. For an album that hinges on breakneck speed and more blasts than a military training ground, this breadth of clarity allows each savage moment to be present and accounted for with extreme prejudice to the listener.

At its best, Morbid Ataraxia is a precise and clinical display of the “never-ending cyclone of riffs” class of brutal death. Title track “Morbid Ataraxia” features a devastatingly foul plod of a chug while drums erupt with boiling rage underneath. “Overflowing Mortal Smell” manages to make a shuddering groove out of rarely placed halftime (for the tempo) riffage. Add more pinch harmonic-based phrasing than I can count, and time signature changes from measure to measure, and you have a recipe for a dose of relentless assault from cover to cover. The entire album is connected via samples, which range from ambient vocal gurgling and a (possibly unintentional) throwback to a vintage Skinless cut to the far more unsettling. The unexpectedly ambient ebb and flow of the album, with the samples bisecting various tracks and the constant gargling throughout the empty spaces lends Morbid Ataraxia a proper LP vibe, meant to be consumed in one sitting from beginning to end.

However, the worst thing about Morbid Ataraxia is that it’s a precise and clinical display of the “never-ending cyclone of riffs” class of brutal death. An excessive overreliance on pinch harmonics and monochrome snare abuse give the first half of the album a monotonous feeling, where each track feels like it could be substituted into another slot without impacting much of the album’s flow. Putridity traffic heavily in a vintage Deeds of Flesh approach to riff-craft, with moment to moment flowing into itself with little thought of hooks or repetition or accessibility. That’s fine, to a point; certainly big anthemic choruses aren’t what we are here for. But depending entirely on an “everything and the kitchen sink” approach to song craft means you need your individual riffs to actually pack a punch beyond their tone, and here is where the album falls flat. Two songs in, you will have heard every bag of tricks Putridity has to offer; not just the harmonics but limited drum styling, minimal lead flourishes, and speedy grinding chord progressions, all of which are quite lethal in their immediacy but ineffective in retaining attention ’til the back half of the album.

Putridity is a good band, and Morbid Ataraxia is a fine album, but the few highs it has presented have left me wanting more. The production is a delight, and individual performances are certainly top-notch. However, the band fails in overcoming brutal death’s greatest hurdle, which is to be perpetually interesting and not just obscenely heavy. The approach of stitching all the tracks together implies a concept of some sort, and I’d like to see them continue this approach in the future, but with widened wings in the composition department. For now, if you’re still chasing the brutality dragon, Putridity have you covered; just consider the artwork and don’t ask what you’re covered in.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Willowtip Records
Websites: Album Bandcamp | Official Instagram
Releases Worldwide: June 27th, 2025

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Gigan – Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus [Things You Might Have Missed 2024]

By Maddog

Back in the early 2010s, Gigan wooed me with their lovably absurd album titles, like 2013’s Multi-Dimensional Fractal-Sorcery and Super Science. Luckily, Gigan had the musical chops to back it up. Their distinctive blend of brutal death metal, skronky technicality, and alien atmospheres made me a cult megafan. Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus interrupts a seven-year silence, and the only staffers thrilled about its arrival were myself and Alekhines Gun. In retrospect, this is understandable; AAI is a weird album by a weird band, and it’s unlikely to win over anyone who isn’t already so inclined. While Gigan’s newest is a lot to chew on, it offers a great glimpse into why I’ve stood gaping for over a decade.

If Mithras is Morbid Angel in space, then Gigan is Wormed in space. Eric Hersemann’s guitars lay the foundation, playing Defeated Sanity riffs at an Archspire pace. However, in its melodies, its composition, and its production, the album is foremost an atmospheric journey, not a riff-fest. Hersemann’s guitar and bass lines sound otherworldly through their dissonance and sudden transformations (“Erratic Pulsitivity and Horror”). Eschewing simple song structures, Gigan’s uneasy odysseys take several focused listens to make any sense. Straying from the genre’s typical clinical production, AAI opts for a reverb-laden wall of noise that resembles a muddled Mithras. This remains my biggest gripe, as the album’s cloudy guitar sound untooths its impressive melodies. Conversely, AAI’s highlight might be its drumming. Nathan Cotton’s world-class performance excels in its raw technicality, its frenzied evolution, and its cockpit role in the album’s ebb and flow. But most of all, it wows through its raw humanity. On highlights like “Trans-Dimensional Crossing of the Alta-Tenuis,” the attention to detail in Cotton’s performance shines through every beat and can only be described as beautiful. While that word isn’t common in brutal death metal reviews, it’s a testament to Gigan’s singular sound.

Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus is a wild journey. Gigan steamrolls the listener with brutal riffs, appealing to idiots like me without devolving into idiocy themselves (“Square Wave Subversion”). On the other end, Gigan’s skronky adventures are grand slams. The latter half of “Trans-Dimensional Crossing…” blends light-speed brutality with Morse Code guitars that remain the album’s highlight, while “Emerging Sects of Dagonic Acolytes” captivates me with The Velvet Underground-style chaos. Armed with bulletproof melodies in their right hand and chaos in their left, Gigan’s compositions feel like Lovecraftian narratives. Most strikingly, the shrieking melodies and distorted drum-led chorus of “The Strange Harvest of the Baganoids” evoke visceral terror for the plight of those poor Baganoids.1 Gigan fares less well when they sacrifice riffs for amorphous meanderings, especially on longer tracks (“Emerging Sects…”). But when AAI wields riffcraft and atmosphere in unison, it stands unmatched. For instance, the closer “Ominous Silhouettes…” wows with what sounds like a Deeds of Flesh riff being played by a depressed Martian, leading into dual-guitar screeches à la Pyrrhon. Engrossing and ever-evolving, Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus immerses the listener in its saga.

While snippets of Gigan bear the signatures of other bands, no one else has ever made music like this. Although its bloat and its muddy sound hold it back, Gigan’s comeback is a rewarding specimen of their unconventional brand of brutal death metal. Dissonant, brutal, grimy, and alien, Anomalous Abstractigate Infinitessimus is tough to digest even for the Gigan-initiated. Ears shall be split, brows shall be furrowed, and poseurs shall be (strangely) harvested. Few will survive. But those that do will have quite a story to tell.

Tracks to Check Out: “Trans-Dimensional Crossing of the Alta-Tenuis,” “The Strange Harvest of the Baganoids”

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Cutterred Flesh – Love at First Bite Review

By Kenstrosity

Czech brutal tech hash-slinging slashers Cutterred Flesh ought to hold a seminar on pairing cheeky artwork with equally cheeky album names. Three years ago, the five-banger released the whimsically titled Sharing is Caring and paired it with imagery befitting its title and the brutality it contained. Today, Cutterred Flesh prepare their sixth assault, entitled Love at First Bite, and with it another gruesome but tongue-in-cheek slab of paint. Needless to say, just like before, this combo instantly makes this artwork one of my favorites of the year so far. The question remains, then, whether the album’s content can enamor me the same way as does its cover.

Cutterred Flesh chose not to fix what ain’t broken. Love at First Bite remains a brutal tech death record at its core, continuing right where Sharing is Caring left off. If you aren’t familiar with their work, Cutterred Flesh’s current sound starts with a strong Deeds of Flesh and Suffocation backbone, warped by the crushing bounce and swagger of Abysmal Torment. Using this concoction as a starting point, Cutterred Flesh routinely carve out a distinct approach time after time. In 2021, the Czech troupe accomplished this by using mournful melodies to create moments of unlikely beauty that belied their gory grit. Love at First Bite makes a lateral move from that space into environs more atmospheric, eerie, and oddly uplifting. Subtle and restrained use of bright (perhaps even major key in one spot) tremolos and airy atmospheric black metal lines trace fine streaks of drama and grandeur to songs which otherwise fit standard brutal death and tech molds (“Repeated Intersexual Misunderstanding,” “The Last Supper”). Armed with these gentle touches, Love at First Bite creates an intriguing brutal death experience that might grab a wider audience than your standard fare.

Even if I focus solely on the sections of Love at First Bite that fall solely under the typical brutal tech architecture, a fair portion of Cutterred Flesh’s material feels more engaging than the norm. Examples such as “Xenomorphic Annihilation—Earth Ravaged,” “Human Protein Concentrate,”1 and “Descent into Torment of Abyssal Whispers” do absolutely nothing new or novel. Nonetheless, they stand out as quality pieces in the medium thanks to extremely hooky riffs and mighty grooves. Late album cuts like “The Last Supper” succeed as well in part because Cutterred Flesh apply fresher techniques to the standard blueprint for slammy brutality, making its main themes extra memorable and impactful. That said, there’s still no ignoring the fact that these otherwise strong numbers lack enough novelty to elevate them as much as Cutterred Flesh certainly could have.

On the flipside, Love at First Bite’s more explorative tunes—such as the deceptively interesting “Repeated Intersexual Misunderstanding” and the rip-roaring triumph that is “Amanda”—make a strong case for the direction Cutterred Flesh ventured. By integrating atmospheric black metal twists and more uplifting melodies into their gruesome gruel, an unlikely synergy ascends. The spine-tingling final third of “Repeated Intersexual Misunderstanding” transforms what would otherwise be a bog standard brutal beatdown into a minor epiphany, its major harmonies striking a rare nerve that this genre never sets out to interact with in the first place. Meanwhile, “Amanda” draws from the cosmic well from which Mare Cognitum‘s epic majesty springs and reformulates it to fit a more violent, explosively energetic mission. Other tracks accomplish similar transmutations to a lesser extent, of course (see “Descent into Torment of Abyssal Whispers” and “The Last Supper”), but none are as successful as the aforementioned. Unfortunately, as Cutterred Flesh massage and flex newly acquired songwriting muscles, they tend to leave their brutal tech core somewhat atrophied in spots, weakening critical moments that required meteoric impact in order for this pairing of aesthetics to work best (“Code of Zuurith,” “Sarkam’s Wrath Unleashed”).

Consequently, Love at First Bite represents a record of several great moments amidst rock-solid material, but only a few wholly great songs. If listening with a non-critical eye, Cutterred Flesh’s latest offering possesses ample goodies to sate anyone’s bloodlust. I, however, want to see Cutterred Flesh push harder going forward. I believe they have something truly unique and unusual to offer the brutal tech-death scene, and at this point all I want is for this Czech cohort to really let me have it!

Rating: Good.
DR: 4 | Format Reviewed: 320 kb/s mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity Records
Websites: facebook.com/CutterredFlesh | cutterredfleshband.bandcamp.com
Releases Worldwide: May 24th, 2024

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