Style: Brutal death metal/slam
Primary Emotions/Themes: A mire of shit strewn as far as the eye can see, there is nothing but filth, putrid muck and death... and it reeks of decay and rancid flesh
Thoughts: H o l y s h i t this is heavy. Holy mother of god this is disgusting. Sweet baby jesus and lord of all filth and putridity... this is one of the nastiest album's I've ever listened to in my life.
There are very few records in my collection that I would consider crushingly heavy. Music that shakes my walls when I turn it up to a decent volume. This is not only one of those albums, but it could be the premiere one in my collection.
When I put this on my sound system I feel every note, every slam, every drum beat. It's not just an audible experience, it's a physical one... one that few bands are capable of. One that Devouerment has mastered.
For the longest time I fell of with this band... I hated that Ruben moved to guitar. His performance on Molesting the Decapitated was one of the most insane vocal performances I've ever heard in my life. Nothing could ever have prepared me for that, and nothing has matched it since. The thing that got me interested in the band again was the fact that he had resumed lead vocal duties on Obscene Majesty.
Obscene Majesty is, in a word, brutal. I've used that word in the past, but here it takes on a deeper meaning. Here it's the embodiment of the word. The music is so incredibly inaccessible, so inexplicably heavy, so inhuman... that brutal is the only word that works. Even then I don't know if it's enough to fully encapsulate the full power of this album.
These riffs are so chaotic, so insane, they disregard all comfort that the listener has for comfort or safety. I can't distinguish individual notes. I can't figure out what on earth they are playing... it's just a tidal wave... a living mass... a blob of... noise? metal? music? I don't even know... but it's primal, and there is nothing else I have that sounds like this. It. Is. Brutal.
On top of this you got Ruben's vocals. Is this the craziness that's is the debut album? No. But god damn the guy can still do gutturals like no one else. He still slams with the best of them, and the band is better off for having him in the rightful place.
Fucking hell, every time I listen to this I feel something in me shift. Maybe it's my internal organs as they are rattled by the insane weight of these riffs. Maybe its my mind not being able to fully comprehend the combination of notes that the band produces. Maybe these guys are just on a different plane of existence. Whatever it is, this album fucking rips.
Written August 1st 2024
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