Barren Path – Grieving Review

By Saunders

Forged from the ashes of the mighty Gridlink, Barren Path emerge from the blistered earth, hellbent on blazing a pathway of grinding destruction amid charred bursts of white-hot extremity. Legendary grind axeman Takafumi Matsubara overcame a career-threatening injury to shred once more, leading the way with fellow Gridlinker Bryan Fajardo (drums), along with bassist Mauro Cordoba and guitarist Rory Kobzina, who both featured on Gridlink’s swansong, Coronet Juniper (2023). Adding to Barren Path’s gold-plated grind pedigree is the addition of vocalist Mitchell Luna (Maruta, Shock Withdrawal). In classic grind fashion, Barren Path’s anticipated debut Grieving doesn’t simply blur the lines between what constitutes an EP or LP, but fucking obliterates them across a scant but deadly thirteen minutes of calculated brutality. Like any quality grind, you can bank on the brief runtime carrying over triple the intensity of your average metal album, making repeat listens an adrenaline-charged breeze.

Gridlink always carried an air of grace about them. Yes, grace and grind may seem disparate entities; however, through their gnarly, yet pristinely performed, razor-sharp precision, melodicism and technical edge, Gridlink stood out from the pack. The heavy Gridlink representation thankfully doesn’t come off as a simple continuation of their legacy in a different guise. Sure, the melodic sensibilities, technicality, whiplashing speed, and machine-gun blasts may share similarities with the Gridlink name, including the distinctive guitar work of Matsubara. Yet make no mistake, Grieving is its own unhinged beast and vital new dimension for its architects to expand from.

Barren Path tenderizes the predominant grind attack with a deathly thump, complemented by an altogether beefier production and sonic profile. The guttural vocal eruptions add a brutal, bulldozing death metal edge, offsetting the predominant piercing screams and higher-pitched variations. From the pummeling abuse, deadly drumwork, and full throttle urgency of opener “Whimpering Echo,” through to the climaxing barrage of assaulting, belligerent deathgrind on “In the End… The Gift is Death,” Barren Path leaves nothing in the tank, upholding an incredible level of precision savagery across the album’s brief yet gripping runtime. Operating with ruthless efficiency into its sub-minute framework, “Primordial Black” brims with uncontrollable energy, as rabid dual vox, breakneck thrashy tidbits, and frayed blackened edges shade the song’s brutal deathgrind delivery. Comparably longer cuts (“The Insufferable Weight,” “Relinquish,” “Horizonless”) allow extra time for Barren Path to unleash their action-packed battery of creative songwriting and infectious songcraft.

Occasional melodic motif or techy passage aside (such as the playful mid-section and spoken word incantations of “Isolation Wound”), little room is reserved for palette cleansing moments, or an Nasum-esque circuit breaker groove. This is not suggestive that Grieving is one-dimensional or lacking in structural variety. Barren Path’s clever knack for drop on a dime tempo and riff changes, and deceptively catchy writing keeps the listener firmly dialed in. Matsubara and Kobzina’s deadly axework and visceral array of sharp, dissonant, and often infectious deathgrind riffage powers Barren Path’s blistering attack. Meanwhile, Fajardo delivers a beastly, expert display of primo deathgrind drumming, a controlled collision of lightspeed rhythms, crafty finesse, and full-throttle aggression. Grieving is also blessed with a killer production job and dynamic master, avoiding the pitfalls that can hamper modern grind affairs when saddled with compressed, overly loud profiles. Abrasive and relentless in execution, the sound is a burly, organic delight, keeping ear fatigue at bay and maintaining an air of clarity and sharpness without diluting Barren Path’s brutish traits.

Drawbacks are few and far between. As touched on, the short runtime leaves you hankering for more, and I’m curious to see how Barren Path develop their sound and perhaps expand upon the prominent death influence and hyperspeed thrash elements on future endeavors. Barren Path emerges from Gridlink’s formidable shadow to unleash a teeth-gnashing, refreshing debut, using their death-plated grind as a catalyst for carving through exciting fresh pastures. Though guilty of leaving the listener wanting more, the addictive replay value and quality songcraft largely fill the void of feeling marginally shortchanged. Barren Path’s violent attack, colorful chemistry, and precision, technical musicianship leave displaced jaws on the floor with the sheer intensity and locked-in tightness. Grieving is top-tier grind to batter the senses and soothe the mind.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 8 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps MP3
Label: Willowtip Records
Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
Releases Worldwide: October 21st, 2025

#40 #BarrenPath #Deathgrind #Gridlink #Grieving #Grindcore #JapaneseMetal #Maruta #Nasum #Review #Reviews #ShockWithdrawal #WillowtipRecords

Stuck in the Filter: July 2025’s Angry Misses

By Kenstrosity

If you thought June was hot, you aren’t ready for what July has in store. The thin metallic walls of these flimsy ducts warp and soften as the sweltering environs continue to challenge the definition of “habitable.” But I must force my minions to continue their work, as this duty is sacred. Our ravenous appetites cannot be slaked without the supplementary sustenance the Filter brings!

Thankfully, we rescued just enough scraps to put together a meager spread. Enjoy in moderation!

Kenstrosity’s Blackened Buds

Echoes of Gloom // The Mind’s Eternal Storm [July 12th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Queensland isn’t my first thought when considering locales for atmospheric black metal. A genre so often built upon frigid tones and icy melodies feels incongruous to the heat and beastliness of the Australian landscape. Yet, one-man atmoblack act Echoes of Gloom persists. Masterminded by one Dan Elkin, Echoes of Gloom evokes a warm, muggy, and morose spirit with debut record The Mind’s Eternal Storm. But unlike many of the atmospheric persuasion, Echoes of Gloom also injects a classic heavy metal attack and a vaguely punky/folky twist into their formula to keep interest high (“Immortality Manifest,” “Throes of Bereavement I”). Furthermore, Echoes of Gloom weaponizes their energetic take on depressing atmoblack such that even as my head bounces to the riffy groove of surprisingly propulsive numbers like “The Wandering Moon” and “Great Malignant Towers of Delirium,” a palpable pall looms ever present, sapping all color from life as I witness this work. This in turn translates well to the long form, as demonstrated by the epic two-part “Throes of Bereavement” suite and ripping ten-minute closer “Wanderer of the Mind’s Eternal Storm,” boasting dynamics uncommon in the atmospheric field. In sum, if you’re the kind of metal fan that struggles with the airier side of the spectrum, The Mind’s Eternal Storm might be a good place to start.

Witchyre // Witchy Forest Dance Contest [July 14th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Germany’s Witchyre answer a question nobody asked but everyone should: what would happen if black metal and dance music joined forces? With debut LP Witchy Forest Dance Contest, we get to experience this mad alchemy firsthand, and it is an absolute joy! The staunchly anti-fascist Witchyre take the raw sound everyone knows and pumps it full of groove, bounce, and uninhibited fun for a raucous 46 minutes. Evoking equal parts Darude and Darkthrone, bangers like “Let There be Light…,” “Witchy Forest Dance Party,” and “Lost in a Dream” burst with infectious energy that feels demonic and exuberant at the same time. The raw production of the metallic elements shouldn’t work with the glossy sheen of electronic doots, but Witchyre’s often pop-punky song structure that develops as these divergent aesthetics collide adeptly bridges the gap (“Spirits Twirling,” “The Vampire Witch,” “Dragon’s Breath”). My main gripe is that even at a reasonable 46 minutes, each song feels a bit bloated, and some dance elements feel recycled in multiple places (“The Spirits Robbed My Mind”). But don’t let that scare you away. Witchyre is a delightful little deviation from convention fit for fans of Curta’n Wall and Old Nick, and everyone should give it a whirl just for fun!

Owlswald’s Hidden Hoots

Sheev // Ate’s Alchemist [July 11th, 2025 – Ripple Music]

While stoner can be hit-or-miss, Ripple Music often delivers the goods. And with Berlin’s Sheev, they can add another notch to their sativa-flavored belt. Since 2017, the four-piece has been brewing their unique, progressive-infused stoner rock sound. On their second full-length, Ate’s Alchemist, Sheev doubles down on their sonic elixir, with a throwback prog-rock vibe that evokes the likes of Yes and Jethro Tull, but with heavy doses of grunge, jam and modern rock. Vocalist Nitzan Sheps’ provides a stripped-down and authentic performance, sounding like a cross between Muse’s Matt Bellamy and Alice in Chains’ Layne Staley. The rhythm section is particularly great here. Drummer Philipp Vogt’s kit work is exceptionally musical, with intricate cymbal patterns on tracks like “Elephant Trunk,” “Cul De Sac,” and “King Mustard II” that fuel deep-pocket grooves. He also provides Tool-like syncopated rhythms on tracks like “Tüdelüt” and “Henry” that lock with bassist Joshan Chaudhary. Chaudhary’s bass playing is rare in its prominence and clarity in the mix. He maintains a tight pocket while also venturing out regularly with nimbler, adventurous flurries that highlight his technical skill. Yeah, a couple of the longer songs get a little lost, but the album is packed with killer musicianship and vocal hooks that stick with you, so it barely matters. Overall, Sheev has delivered a solid record that I’ll be spinning a lot—and you should too.

Dephosphorus // Planetoktonos [July 18th, 2025 – Selfmadegod Records/7 Degrees Records/Nerve Altar]

Space…the final grind-tier. On their fifth album, Planetoktonos (“Planetkiller”), Greek astro-grind quartet Dephosphorus rejects normal grind classifications and instead annihilates worlds with a brutal, interstellar collision of grind, blackened death, and hardcore. Taking inspiration from the harsh sci-fi of James S.A. Corey’s The Expanse, Planetoktonos is a relentless twenty-eight-minute assault—a sonic asteroid belt of thick, menacing distortion and time-warped drumming that channels Dephosphorus’ raw, furious energy. “The Triumph of Science and Reason” and “After the Holocaust” attack with the ruthless speed of Nasum while others, such as “The Kinetics of a Superintelligence Explosion,” “Hunting for Dyson Spheres,” and “Calculating Infinity,” punctuate sludgy aggression with razor-sharp, shredding passages reminiscent of early Mastodon that offer contrasting technical and rhythmic hostility. Vocalist Panos Agoros’ despairing howls are a particular highlight, full of a gravelly, blackened urgency that sounds the alarm for an interplanetary attack. Gang vocals on tracks like “Living in a Metastable Universe” and “The Kinetics of a Superintelligence Explosion” add extra weight to his frantic performance, proving Dephosphorus can incinerate worlds and still have a blast doing it. Raw, intense, and violent, Planetokonos is a must-listen for fans seeking Remission-era energy.

Tyme’s Tattered Treats

Mortual // Altars of Brutality [July 4th, 2025 – Nuclear Winter Records]

From the fetid rainforests of Costa Rica, San Jose’s Mortual dropped their sneaky good death metal debut, Altar of Brutality, on Independence Day this year. Free of frills and fuckery, Justin Corpse and Master Killer—both have guitar, bass, and vocal credits here—go for the jugular, providing swarms of riffs entrenched in filthy, Floridian swamp waters and powdered with Jersey grit. Solo work comes fast, squealy, and furious as if graduated from the Azagthothian school of shred (“Dominion of Eternal Blasphemy,” “Skeletal Vortex”), as hints of early Deicide lurk within the chugging chunks of “Altar of Brutality” and whiffs of early Monstrosity float amongst the speedier nooks and crannies of “Divine Monstrosity.”1 Incantationally cavernous, the vocals fit the OSDM mold to a tee, sitting spaciously fat and happy within Dan Lowndes’ great mix and master, which consequently draws out a bestial bass sound that permeates the entirety of Altar of Brutality with low-end menace. Chalo’s (Chemicide) drum performance warrants particular note, as, from the opening tom roll of “Mortuary Rites,” he proceeds to bash skulls throughout Altar of Brutality’s swift thirty-five-minute runtime with a brutal blitz of double-kicking and blast-beating kit abuse. Embodying a DIY work ethic that imbues these tracks with youthful energy and a wealth of death metal character, Mortual aren’t looking to reinvent the wheel as much as they’d like to crush you under its meaty treads, over and over again.

Stomach // Low Demon [July 18th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Droney, doomy, sweaty, and sludgy as fuck, Stomach’s blast furnace second album, Low Demon, is the antithesis of summer-fun metal. Hailing from Geneva, Illinois, Stomach is drummer/vocalist John Hoffman (Weekend Nachos) and guitarist Adam Tomlinson (Sick/Tired, Sea of Shit), who capably carry out their cacophonous work in such a way as to defy the fact that they’re only a duo.2 At volume, and believe me, you’ll want to crank this fucker to eleven, Low Demon will have you retching up all that light beer you drank by the pool and crying for yer mom, as “Dredged” oozes, rib-rattling from the speakers, a continuous, four-and-a-half-minute chord-layered exercise in exponentially applied tonal pressure. With five tracks spanning just over forty-three minutes, there’s not a lot on Low Demon that’s in a hurry, and aside from sections of up-tempo doom riffs (“Get Through Winter”) and some downright grindery (“Oscillate”) offering respite from the otherwise crushing wall of sound, listening to Stomach is akin to being waterboarded with molasses. Heavy influences from Earth, Sunn O))), Crossed Out, and Grief—whose Come to Grief stands as a sludge staple—form the basis for much of Stomach’s sound, and while Primitive Man and Hell draw apt comparisons as well, I’m guessing you know what you’re getting into by now. Maniacally cinematic and far from light-hearted, Stomach’s Low Demon was everything I didn’t think I needed during this hot and humid-as-an-armpit-in-hell summer.

Killjoy’s Flutes of Fancy

Braia // Vertentes de lá e cá [July 10th, 2025 – Self-Release]

Bruno Maia is one of the most inventive and hardworking musicians that I know of. Best known for the whimsical Celtic folk metal of Tuatha de Danann, he also has his own folk rock side project, Braia. Vertentes de lá e cá explores the rich history and culture of the Minas Gerais state in his native country, Brazil.3 Bursting with more sweetness than a ripe mango, Vertentes de lá e cá sports a huge diversity of musical styles and instruments. A combination of flute, viola, and acoustic guitar forms the backbone of most of the songs, like the Irish jigs in “Vertentes” or the flitting melodies of “Princesa do Sul.” My ears also detect accordion (“O Cururu do Ingaí”), saxophone (“Serra das Letras”), harmonica (“Hipólita”), banjo (“Carrancas”), and spacey synth effects (“Pagode Mouro”). That last one might sound out of place, but it makes more sense after learning of the local tales of extraterrestrial encounters. Maia sings in only two of the twelve tracks (“Emboabas” and “Rei do Campo Grande”), but all 41 minutes should be engaging enough for listeners who are typically unmoved by instrumental music. Though thematically focused on one specific location, Vertentes de lá e cá deserves to be heard by the entire world.

Storchi // By Far Away [July 25th, 2025 – Self-Release]

I would guess that the “experimental” tag causes some degree of trepidation within most listeners. However, occasionally an artist executes a fresh new vision so confidently that I can’t help but wonder if it’s secretly been around for a long time. Storchi, an instrumental prog group from Kabri, Israel, utilizes a flute in creative ways. Its bright, jazzy demeanor almost functions as a substitute for a vocalist in terms of expressiveness and personality. The Middle Eastern flair combined with modest electronic elements reminds me of Hugo Kant’s flute-heavy multicultural trip-hop. The chunky palm-muted guitar and bass borrow the best aspects of djent alongside eccentrically dynamic drum tempos. There is premeditation amidst the chaos, though. The triplet tracks “Far,” “Further,” and “Furthest” scattered throughout By Far Away each offer a unique rendition of the same core flute tune. “Lagoona” and “Smoky” make good use of melodic reprisals at the very end to neatly close the loop on what might have otherwise felt like more disjointed songs. Despite frequent and abrupt stylistic shifts, Storchi manages to make the 31-minute runtime of By Far Away feel more enjoyable than jolting. Flute fanatics should take note.

ClarkKent’s Addictive Addition

Daron Malakian and Scars on Broadway // Addicted to the Violence [July 19th, 2025 – Scarred for Life]

Since System of a Down disbanded, guitarist Daron Malakian has gone on to release 3 full-length albums under the moniker Scars on Broadway between 2008 and 2025. This spinoff project has proven Malakian to be the oddball of the group, and this goofiness hasn’t mellowed since SOAD’s debut released 27 years ago. The energetic set of tunes on Addicted to the Violence mixes nu-metal, groove rock, and pop with plenty of synths to create some fun and catchy beats. Sure, you have to delve through some baffling lyrics,4 such as when Malakian sings that there’s “a tiger that’s riding on your back / And it’s singing out ‘Rawr! Rawr!'” (“Killing Spree”). Malakian also turns to the familiar theme of drug addiction that he and Serj have explored from “Sugar” to “Heroine” to “Chemicals.”5 This time around, it’s “Satan Hussein,” where he mixes Quaaludes and Vicodin with Jesus Christ. To offset the repetition within songs, Malakian has the sense to mix things up. There’s the nu-metal cuts of “Satan Hussein” and “Destroy the Power,” featuring energetic vocalizations and grooves, but there’s also a lot of pop (“You Destroy You”). The riffs may not be as wild or creative as times past, but Addicted to the Violence makes use of a variety of instruments that keep things fresh, from an organ (“Done Me Wrong”) to a mandolin (“You Destroy You”) to some sweet synth solos. There’s even a brief saxophone appearance to conclude the album. Yes, I know exactly what you’re thinking: “This sounds awesome!”

#2025 #7DegreesRecords #AddictedToTheViolence #AliceInChains #AltarsOfBrutality #AmericanMetal #AteSAlchemist #AtmosphericBlackMetal #AustralianMetal #BlackMetal #BlackenedDeathMetal #Braia #BrazilianMetal #ByFarAway #Chemicide #CostaRicanMetal #CrossedOut #CurtaNWall #Dance #Darkthrone #DaronMalakianAndScarsOnBroadway #Darude #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Deicide #Dephosphorus #Doom #DoomMetal #Drone #Earth #EchoesOfGloom #EDM #ExperimentalMetal #FolkMetal #FolkRock #GermanMetal #Gindcore #GreekMetal #Grief #GrooveMetal #Hardcore #Hell #HugoKant #InstrumentalMetal #IsraeliMetal #JethroTull #Jul25 #LowDemon #Mastodon #MelodicBlackMetal #Monstrosity #Mortual #Muse #Nasum #NerveAltar #NuMetal #NuclearWinterRecords #OldNick #Planetoktonos #PopMetal #PrimitiveMan #ProgressiveMetal #RawBlackMetal #Review #Reviews #RippleMusic #ScarredForLife #SeaOfShit #SelfRelease #SelfmadegodRecords #Sheev #SickTired #Sludge #SludgeMetal #Stomach #StonerDoom #StonerMetal #Storchi #StuckInTheFilter #StuckInTheFilter2025 #SunnO_ #SystemOfADown #TheMindSEternalStorm #Tool #TuathaDeDanann #VertentesDeLáECá #WeekendNachos #WitchyForestDanceContest #Witchyre #Yes

Inhaled/Exhaled/Revived, by Nasum

62 track album

Nasum

I'm stuck on punk and hardcore this week.

Hailing from #Germany I've got Audio Kollaps fueling my morning. Straight up dirty #punk mixed with grindcore. These guys were so good!
The whole album is in German. If you're open to expand your music palate, give it a chance.

FFO: #Skitsystem #Nasum #ExtremeNoiseTerror

Audio Kollaps - Eiszeit
(My personal favorite track)

#AudioKollaps #ThursdayFiveList #Grindcore #CrimesAgainstHumanityRecords

https://audiokollaps.bandcamp.com/track/eiszeit

#DominGrind

"NASUM: Blasting Shit to Bits - The Final Show (FULL FILM) - YouTube"

Nas respostas, os links para os Extras (originalmente, foi lançado como um DVD).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKQZVvyouHU

#Nasum #Mieszko #Grindcore #documentario documentary #Sweden #BlastingShitToBits #TheFinalShow #Music #Musica

NASUM: Blasting Shit to Bits - The Final Show (FULL FILM)

YouTube

06 de outubro de 2024, no Youtube

"NASUM: Blasting Shit to Bits - The Final Show (TRAILER) - YouTube"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VQVk49iyQRM

#Nasum #Mieszko #Grindcore #documentary #Sweden #BlastingShitToBits #TheFinalShow #SaveTheDate #Music #Musica

NASUM: Blasting Shit to Bits - The Final Show (TRAILER)

YouTube

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Today In Metal History 🤘 December 23rd, 2023🤘IRON MAIDEN, NASUM, GRAHAM BONNET, SPINAL TAP
HEAVY HISTORY 38 years ago. On 1985, two Judas Priest fans killed themselves after listening to the band’s classic 1978 album, Stained Class album. Raymond Belknap died instantly, and James Vance died in 1988 after lapsing into a coma. In 1990, a judge decided Judas Priest did not...

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Today In Metal History 🤘 December 23rd, 2023🤘IRON MAIDEN, NASUM, GRAHAM BONNET, SPINAL TAP

HEAVY HISTORY 38 years ago. On December 23rd, 1985, two Judas Priest fans killed themselves after listening to the band’s classic 1978 album, Stained Class album. Raymond Belknap died instantly, and James Vance died in 1988 after lapsing into a coma. In 1990, a judge decided Judas Priest did not...

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Walking Corpse – Our Hands, Your Throat Review

By Saunders

Heavyweights Gridlink and Rotten Sound have led the grindcore charge in 2023, but to discount less heralded acts carving a presence in the modern grind scene runs the risk of overlooking the next big thing. Hailing from Gothenburg, Sweden, Walking Corpse independently released an EP and debut full-length, 2020’s The Fear Takes Hold, before inking a deal with one of heavy music’s more impressive modern labels, Transcending Obscurity. Presumably named after the legendary Brutal Truth song, Walking Corpse take the essence of traditional, old school grind, including such raw, precision attributes and glass-shattering intensity of classic Brutal Truth, yet throw down other intriguing elements and influences. They craft an uncompromising, eleven-track shitstorm of teeth-gnashing, jaw-shattering grind. Can the upstart power trio harness this unhinged cacophony into a cohesive and memorable batch of songs?

Walking Corpse impress with a tight batch of songs, mostly eschewing sub one-to-two-minute jams, for more fully fleshed, yet still compact timeframes. Our Hands, Your Throat will have your head spinning once Walking Corpse are finished putting the boot into your battered body after the 34-minute explosion has expired. The sleeker sonic profile, shreds of melody and white-knuckle tension recalls fellow Swedes Nasum and Gadget, amidst shades of Nails and Antigama for good measure. Gritty undertones of sludgy hardcore, noise, and death are leveraged into the curb-stomping assault. It’s intense, unrelenting stuff, with the noisy chaotic grinding enough to scare off the less seasoned listener, though will no doubt please grind aficionados up for the challenge.

“Dreamflesh Navigator” hits like a hammer blow to the back of the head, setting a rabidly aggressive tone of face-melting grind. The frenetic attack and noisy dissonance offering a blood-pumping good time. After the blistering beginning across the first couple of tracks, the punky, d-beaten charge and groovier stomp of “Our Hands, Your Throat” offers a modicum of respite and accessibility to latch onto, showcasing Walking Corpse’s ability to shift between varied modes of destruction. Similarly, “The Wheel” stretches across nearly five minutes, deftly shifting tempos between speed-riddled blasts, crunchy slower moments, and swaggering, sludge-infected passages of grimy dread. It’s a killer, ambitious slab of forward-thinking grind. There is much to enjoy on the longer songs, allowing Walking Corpse to flex their creative muscles. However, shorter throat-stabbing grind cuts will keep the traditionalists happy (“Brainworm,” Malediction,” ‘Forever Sleep”). Walking Corpse are perhaps at their most intriguing when they wrap their razor-sharp, abrasive grind with other genre elements. “Nothing Grows Here” deftly ping pongs from savage grind blasts to violent bursts of sludge, hardcore, and technical, unhinged grooves to unsettle the nerves.

Closer “Eye of an Angry God” possesses a bonkers edge, its measured opening giving way to zippy riffs and skronky axe battery, wrapping the album in an intense, brain-scrambling manner. Our Hands, Your Throat backs its nasty, serrated riffs and tornado-like percussive battery with a tight technical bent, meshing nicely with the band’s varied execution and slight experimental inclinations. Fredrik Rojas (guitars, bass) covers impressive ground, his fleet-fingered fretboard abuse and warped dissonance encompassing elements of grind, sludge, noise and death with aplomb, firing off catchy riff-driven nuggets amidst the technically proficient chaos. Magnus Dahlin (drums, bass) smashes his kit with manic energy and finesse, while vocalist Henrik Blomqvist ties together the trio’s tight package with a solid array of hardcore-tinged barks, growls and higher-pitched screams.

There are no major faults, only nitpicks to level at Our Hands, Your Throat. It is perhaps not the most instantly gratifying grind album, taking a few listens to fully appreciate the band’s unique quirks and make sense of the more subtle hooks. The whole album can seem impenetrable on occasion, but it is worth sticking with. Sleek, though gritty production features jagged, impactful instrumental tones. However, despite a reasonably dynamic master, the solid length and noisy, relentless nature can bring on some ear fatigue. Our Hands, Your Throat catapults Walking Corpse towards the upper tier of the grind pack in 2023. Though perhaps not the best place to start for entry-level listeners testing the grind waters, Walking Corpse smashed out a varied, in-your-face slice of top-shelf grind, scalpel-sharp yet delivered with the burly force of a ten-ton hammer.

Rating: 4.0/5.0
DR: 7 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Transcending Obscurity Records
Websites: walkingcorpse.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/Walkingcorpse/Gbg
Releases Worldwide: December 1st, 2023

#40 #Antigama #BrutalTruth #Gadget #Gridlink #Grind #Grindcore #Hardcore #Nails #Nasum #Noise #OurHandsYourThroat #Review #Reviews #RottenSound #Sludge #SwedishMetal #TranscendingObscurityRecords #WalkingCorpse

Walking Corpse - Our Hands, Your Throat Review | Angry Metal Guy

A review of Our Hands, Your Throat by Walking Corpse, available December 1st worldwide via Transcending Obscurity Records.

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