Over the past two days I've done nothing but listen to this beast of an album. The band has been showing me how noisy, disgusting, gangrene infested death metal is supposed to be made. Through seven songs and well over an hour playing time this duo from Spain really knows what the fuck they are doing.
Death is a nasty album. The production is murky, distorted, and difficult to pull individual instruments out of. This accomplishes two things: it makes the wall of sound/noise all the more an assault on all the senses at once, and it forces me to listen very closely if I want to hear anything other than the mass of distortion coming at me.
As expected with an album this long, the songs are long and go through several progressions. Individual riffs are not really the main focus of the band, it's more of one episode of the song to the next. More often than not I can't even tell what the the guitars are doing, it's just a complete mess of a riff - and the production hides the notes even more.
That said the chaos also is what draws me in more with the album, when I can't tell what is going on I want to listen closer. I want to dissect what is going on with the songs and try to get some kind of sense of what is happening. It doesn't always work, but the music keeps me curious enough that I keep coming back.
While I still prefer Seven Chalices to Death, their second album has revealed itself to be a monstrous mass of pulsing death. I think I'm going to have to revisit the Baneful Choir as well soon, hopefully that will have a similar effect.
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