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Phrymerial – Xenomorphic Creation Review


A new breed arises with the latest upcoming release from Miasma Records and Vomit your Shirt: “Xenomorphic Creation” by Phrymerial. the deathcore 5 from Costa Brava in the eastern shores of our neighbors in Spain: John Puig (Vox), Jeshua Roche (Drums), Alex Samolia (Bass), Alex Lastra (Guitar), Dany Morton (Guitar). Respect to these dudes for wearing their colors right and proud, they don’t try to ride Slams popularity train by calling themselves SlamCore, this is just the kind of deathcore that will scare those Suicide Silence pansies away, who wants to have aliens eggs force fed to you through a spider dick anyway… also just the kind of deathcore that will give wife beater slamboys all kinds of funny uncomfortable feelings, deep down in the nether regions, although they will lie to their friends saying that they still prefer shit that has 300 views on YouTube (because its bad, not because its “underground”).


Coming back strong since their debut in 2016 “The Human Cleansing”, they show the evolution of their skills not only as musicians, but as professionals, this is a very much needed improvement since you can (or at least will be able to) tell, the quality is sky high and doesn’t sound like it’s being played in a Happy Meal toy. They are much heavier on breakdowns, sudden displays of virility and musicianship skills and would you believe it, there’s a massive mouthgina birthing hundreds of alien tadpoles in the album art cover, if that doesn’t make you horny, you must be sick in the head or some shit.

We open up with Genesis, I shit you not this should be the opening music for Killing Floor 3, if that’s even a remote possibility, a slow melody accompanied by the buzzing of high pitch guitar in the background preparing you for the impending doom that is about to, and unavoidably, get you, ending with a little taste of the upcoming heaviness with a few above average breakdowns.

Anunnaki Sperm Shot comes next. I tried googling what Anunnaki means and Google says its a group of deities that appear in the Sumerian, Akkadian, Assyrian, and Babylonian Mythology, they created Sumerian culture by enslaving human kind! Either these guys are into some real messed up kinks or I’m having whatever they are having.


After I clear all of the anunnaki seed out of my ears I can tell these guys dont fuck around. Blasting and breakdowning is their game as Phrymerial display how they can unite technical death, deathcore, and slam into what seems to be the game changer of the year, and we are just starting!

Atanathos, meaning “immortal”, is the third and probably the most psychedelic out of all, its very hard to resist not focusing on the heaviness and fast tracking melodies mixed within the mess of Rings of Saturn style tapping, I would write more about it but its hard to honestly convey what these guys are doing musically, in words, I guess you’ll have to experience it yourself.

Intramolecular Massacre again features the slow melodic guitar and hard hitting riffs we had a taste of earlier disguised as a solo, the perfect soundtrack to impale little colonials on your tail blade, one of the hardest breakdowns I ever heard and riffs that will make OSDM fans jealous they didn’t come up with it first, too bad you like a dead genre.

The Human Cleansing II, which sounds a lot like a call back to their debut album intro, if not a total remake after all. I had to give both a few listens but since the first one is in anime piano i cannot listen to it, my testosterone levels are too high right now. Beautifully composed and slowly slipping more into the Core aspect of things. At least it’s not anime piano.

Present of Our Gods, a kick straight to the nuts unusually starting with a breakdown and further developing into faster and more melodic pantheonic gifts to our ears, If you cut all these songs into small sections whenever the rhythm changes, you could have a TechGrindSlamXenoCore project!

Then comes Sigha, funny enough it is what the northern Portuguese metal fans say when they are about to go into the pit, “SIGA!”, but don’t say it in Germany, you will be arrested. Poetic enough it starts hard and fast so you can “SIGA!” your way to an induced soundwave coma. Also Sigha being a Urdu word whose meaning makes no sense because there are so many.

C-137, is probably the coolest song in the album and sadly the most unfortunately named, nobody is perfect and although these guys are mind blowing musicians, they like Rick and Morty and therefore they must be autistic. In this song imagine you are driving a killdozer through a crowd and then you are interrupted by the sound of R2D2 pleasuring himself and the sudden voice of 2018s alcoholic teletubby and dead meme, Rick Sanchez.

If there are any survivors remember that Phrymerials “Xenomorphic Creation” will release on the 20th of this month! A sure must have for for any fan of modern and out of the ordinary extreme music.


Text by Angry and Hateful Reviews



Enblood – Cast to Exile Review



Hello, you musically uncultured cunts! Perhaps you’ve noticed that the “main” labels have been dryer than your moms abandoned tush, or that the latest releases have been giving you PTSD from the Ingested disaster of constant plastic sounding Death Metal that makes My Chemical Romance sound like the heaviest thing right after your ego. But I have come, down once again, to the people to shed some light into what I would consider, good music.

This also comes as a reason to celebrate our newest partnership with Miasma Records. Here is the first of a long set of reviews I will be doing, sharing my greater wisdom and judgement about brutal music, even before you ever had a chance to hear it!

The judged of the night will be Enblood, the quartet from Almada, Setúbal, yes, 4 Portuguese bred stallions come with a release so hard it would make Joey Ryan’s dong jealous. CAST TO EXILE is their first full-length album covering 11 tracks of original face melting music of the most brutal kind. And the case is not something to be looked over, the artwork is done by Lordigan and the logo is also Lordigan’s doing, so this is a fully Portuguese backed release!

As expected, great presentation, beautiful art covering all of the CD case without any ugly uncovered or black ugly borders on it, professionalism is definitely there. However I cannot pass the opportunity to piss on how the booklet fold side is not turned towards the side it’s supposed to slide off, I have no nails to pick off one page, much less 2 pages of paper booklet from the sliding side and I’m too much of a pussy not to want to damage it so I had to resort, as usual, to my cats claws to much of his annoyance.

From the first track I thought that I had mistakenly put a Fleshgod Apocalypse CD on, but I was corrected about 30 seconds into the intro, as the faggotry suddenly stopped and no more tidelidoo piano was ever heard again.

“Cast to Exile” is the second track setting the Foundation for a fast paced experience, blast beats right in with tech death styled melodies peppered with the occasional breakdown. The guitar solos seem to be proof that these guys put heart and passion into what they are doing, especially in Portuguese bands you can detect the lack of effort put into the music being literally shit out, but Enblood prove that their balls are not made of plastic and they do not fall into the stereotype. I’m 4 tracks in and I absolutely loose track of time, the songs slip so well into each other that the record is being a wholesome experience rather than a compilation of good music a good band has worked for a set period of time.

Lots of religious lyricism on Oblivious Hate (track 4). Are they hanging out too much with their panda metal friends? They said “Satan” more times than a stuttering dude reading a “Natas” package upside down, bonus points for acting trve. The 5th song takes a more rhythmic stance showing off how nasty their bass sounds, yeah, we know, nasty basses are sexy, the sexy guitar solos as well, but it’s starting to be hard to hide the fact you actually dig Power Metal and screaming angrily all at the same time.

“Abyssal Consolation Of Souls” has to be the sexiest intro I’ve ever heard done by a portuguese band, and this album goes surprisingly well as you’re playing Killing Floor 2, bonus points for slipping the funeral march in there so well.

This piece of national treasure finishes on a high note with “Procession”, a song that was able to shove my most favorite drum eargasms in one song, these guys are just showing off on this one, and rightly. Every song up until now has perfectly blended chaos and order in a way no other national band has even dared to think about, they can go from blasting for almost a full minute to giving you such a tech and punk feel sometimes you’ll have to question if what you’re even hearing is what you think it is.

A great addition to the Miasma and Vomit your Shirt roster and one that goes to the shelves of my private collection.



Stay tuned for more!


Angry and Hateful


Salem’s Pot – Pronounce This!

Some time ago, a man roamed the streets of Oslo in a dress, wearing make-up and totally wrecked, he looked around and he saw all kinds of stuff that got him thinking. This trip and all its ponderings culminated eventually into “Tranny takes a trip”, the first part of the wider trip we can experience with “Pronounce This!”

Distancing itself from the debut record, “Pronounce This!” takes several elements that work well together, less doom but more psych, more blues, more synth and songs that evolve beyond what you’ve heard in the first few seconds.

The first trip with tranny takes us into deep consideration of the state of the world as we watch it collapse on its own idiocy with groovy and psychedelic riffs as the soundtrack. Ignorance and fear are spreading worse than Rick Sanchez’s Cronenbergs, we are all trapped in a system that has none of our interests at heart while society slowly but steadily plunges into a state where man lives in the gutter with no love for the sun and the peaceful ones have to arm themselves.

Who cares anyway? Life is “Just for Kicks” after all, and in this spirit the next trip begins as we throw all the cares away and drink ourselves to the point where not even Lucifer can give us a thrill anymore, where consequence is of no concern because nothing means anything. Damn relatable and well written lyrics laid down on a great tune that takes several awesome diferent directions from the first to the last second that shall forever live in my heart. Let’s face it, we only do this for the kicks, all of us.

Then “The Vampire Strikes Back” with more relatable delicious lyrics inside a riff sandwich that smells and tastes amazing. The vampire here is not an undead figure with pointy teeth that scares your children at night, oh no, much, much worse and real than that. The real vampire is anxiety created by the state of civilization, it sucks the life from you and leaves your brain withered with meaningless concerns. All this they tell us between haunting musical settings that rise and fall beautifully.

Then comes the largest and most profound trip. “Coal Mind” is 12:48 minutes of pure doom stoner, psych jizz in your ears. Starting with a heavy doom, it flows into a groovy 70’s horror psych, blues, stoner trip that goes on and on and oh yes! The lyrics are the guitar talking with your braincells and making them relax while the other instruments caress you softly.

At the five minute mark there is a break, then slowly, the haunting synths rise, the guitar joins in giving a new direction to the song, then the drums and bass bring rhythm, the guitar starts to psych it up and riffing wildly until it culminates back to the initial sound with a blast. Listen to this, just listen, words can only do so much.

Then comes the part no one was expecting. “So Gone, So Dead” is a country style song, they felt like doing a country song so they did, and they did the hell out of it. Sounds great, awesome lyrics that come out naturally with the song and that devilish haunting Salem’s Pot keyboard lingering behind it.

“Desire” comes next, starting with a rockabilly like riff that reeks of stoner and doom. This song is closer to “…Lurar ut dig på prärien”, stoner doom all the way, although it does carry a lot of the new elements from their new approach and it works great. Once again terrific lyrics to go with the sonic orgasm.

A sinister organ brings the song and the album to an end, leaving us thirsty for another listen, our ears hungry for those sweet riffs and sexy lyrics once more. With such potent evolution between the first and second record, I can only imagine what the future holds for Salem’s Pot and their work.


Text By J.P. Alves