It's rare that innovation emerges from the cesspool of technical death metal, a genre with limitless potential that has lost itself in the technicality of the work instead of the dizzying fretwork that brought the forerunners of the genre to the forefront of music. Like wizards lost to the power of massively unstable spells, most cripple themselves in the wings before they even begin to fly. Ulcerate shoves any idea of technical death that you might've known so far down your fat little throat that you'll be shitting the rings on their many-fingered fist for weeks to come. Simultaneously atmospheric and rich in interesting songwriting, this record comes to life through the many multi-faceted parts that work together in some sick sonic-symbiotic relationship. The riffs drift from eerily dissonant to heavy and sluggishly savage. The drums are spot on, tight and most of all they AREN'T a blasturbation ritual.
BRAIN FUCK
For Fans Of: Gigan, Portal, Origin, Gorguts, Deathspell Omega
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