Captain, our ship is off course.
What, how? What could bring us off course, our calculations were checked five times!
Sir there is an unexpected black hole that was previously undocumented that is drawing us off course.
Ensin bring me the Planispharium, there must be a mistake. The calculations are never wrong.
Sir, it's too late... we are about to go beyond the event horizon... we are entering a worm hole... we are being wormed!
Don't be ridiculous, nothing is that dense, nothing can possibly draw us into a black hole at these speeds. Unless... god almighty help us...
All puns aside, this is where it all started with Wormed, the debut album.... and man is it a monster. The black hole analogy is apt, this is about as dense and heavy as a black hole. The riffs are chunky as all fuck, the vocals are about as low and gutteral as you can get and still be called vocals... the rhythm section is immense and matches the riffs perfectly. This album works on an atomic level, and is a testament to how brutal the cold of space can be.
Wormed play brutal death metal, pure and simple. There is nothing else on earth that this could possibly be except that genre. The music is cold and calculated and completely uncompromising. The entire album is done in just under half an hour, and quite honestly this is a mercy to the listener. This is the kind of music you put on for short bursts to satiate a deep need to get anger or violence out in musical form.
Planisphaerium is a work by Ptolemy regarding the relation of stars to one another and Earth. As an album it consists of some of the finest brutal death metal to come out in the last twenty years. I would easily put this or many of Wormed's other releases against any of the other classics in the genre. It's not something I will listen to often, but when that need strikes there is almost no band better at filling the need than this.
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