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That's a pretty smashing 15 minutes, if one likes interesting and challenging music!
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DC deathgrind ensemble No/MĂĄs formed almost a decade ago, pumping out a split, two EPs, and a full-length between 2017 and 2022. Four years later, No/MĂĄs assails 2026 from the jump, touring with Exhumed and Oxygen Destroyer as well as crackinâ skulls with their sophomore effort, No Peace. Stylistically similar to their debut Consume/Deny/Repent, No Peace offers listeners twenty-two minutes of throat-punching, toe-stomping aural hooliganism thatâs as charming as it is confrontational. Does No/MĂĄsâ boisterous, acerbic approach leave listeners with a tolerance for their hijinks, or will they leave No Peace thinking, âno thanks?â
While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/MĂĄs firmly institutes their identity. The change isnât drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/MĂĄs balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hellâs caustic bite, Napalm Deathâs thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rotâs warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones arenât enough, No/MĂĄs unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.
No/MĂĄsâ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vastaâs bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (âAbolition,â âCycle of Sacrificeâ), wielding a thick, surly tone thatâll rabbit punch you into head-banging if youâre standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (âAbolitionâ) and dropping to half-time backbeats (âNo Peaceâ) as songs demand. Itâs not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/MĂĄs injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkusâ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (âAct of Killing,â âSpinelessâ), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (âLeechâ) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/MĂĄs fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.
With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/MĂĄs leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As youâd expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds greatâsure, the dynamic range scores low, but itâs exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. Itâs well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like âLeech,â partly because No/MĂĄs excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peaceâthe compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.
No/MĂĄs hasnât redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter Iâve quite enjoyed. While I havenât had the pleasure of seeing No/MĂĄs live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I canât wait for what comes next. No mĂĄs? No. MĂĄs.
Rating: Very Good!
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Redefining Darkness Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026
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Primitive Man â Observance [Things You Might Have Missed 2025]
By Spicie Forrest
Itâs been a decade since Primitive Man last graced these halls with 2015âs tepidly received Home is Where the Hatred Is, but they havenât been idle. In the meantime, the Denver trio has released 2 LPs, a full-length EP, a split with Unearthly Trance, and a collab with Full of Hell.1 Those ten years were spent experimenting, learning, and honing their sound into something so incredibly bleak that not even the promo pit could contain such hopeless darkness.2 Released on Halloween, Observance sees Primitive Man both doubling down and branching out to offer their darkest work yet.
To assuage any doubts early, crushing despair is still the foundation of Primitive Manâs sound. Observance feels like being imprisoned and forgotten in a lightless pit. In an inverted format reminiscent of funeral doom, vocalist/guitarist Ethan McCarthyâs axe predominantly serves as a foil for others. He lays a nearly riffless foundation of maddening single chords (âSocial Contractâ) and maggot-infested buzzing (âDevotion,â âTransactionalâ) upon which bassist Jonathan Campos and drummer Joe Linden drive these sonic interpretations of the abyss. Campos is patient, waiting for the perfect moment to savage listeners (âSeerâ) or waterboard them with molten tar (âNatural Lawâ). Conversely, Linden actively stokes fear through the hunt. Whether invoking the ritualistic horror of Choir (âDevotion,â âSocial Contractâ) or closing in to suffocate his victims (âWaterâ), Linden keeps listeners trapped in a waking nightmare. McCarthyâs inhuman bellows, like tortured screams rent from a caged beast, round out Observance, at once malevolent, feral, and seething with impotent rage.
Primitive Man knew it wouldnât be enough to just shove listeners into that lightless pit; they filled it with fresh horrors, too. Filtered through their singularly despondent style, âSeerâ quickly launches into a punky downbeat rhythm before giving way to the Primitive Manâs iconic dissonant hammering. âSocial Contractâ concludes in similar fashion, but starts with sinister wooden clapping and an ominous sample of an angry mob slowly losing control. After a blackened opening, âNatural Lawâ unleashes a furious, grinding salvo thatâs all the more terrifying for the vicious howls McCarthy weaves through it. Of everything on Observance, itâs a new element that threatens sanity most: McCarthyâs deranged, utterly fucked lullabies (âDevotion,â âTransactional,â âNatural Lawâ). As if desperately seeking a reprieve that will never come, his guitar screams to itself the nursery melodies that once brought comfort and safety, now tainted and defiled in madness.
Primitive Manâs refinement of their signature death sludge and warped departures therefrom speak to a greater accomplishment: Observance demands your attention for all 68 minutes. By incorporating new elements, Primitive Man makes the style theyâre known for shine all the brighter. By slimming down the ambient interlude (âIron Sightsâ)3 and spreading it out among the proper tracks, Observance offers moments to reset and pray for salvation between nightmares. Enthralling from end to end, Observance is a harrowing experience that teases the sweet release of silence before dashing those hopes in evil, sadistic brilliance. If you didnât like Primitive Man before, I doubt anything about this record will change your mind. This is the most Primitive Man that Primitive Man has ever been. But if you, like me, enjoy begging for light and being denied, Observance is your ticket to decadent, hopeless agony.
Tracks to Check Out: âDevotion,â âNatural Law,â and âWater.â
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