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What
a record! I was beaten, pummeled, kicked, spat on and
then thrown out and left out in the apocalyptic
landscape as bloody meat to the vultures. Yes, The
Oncoming Swarm is that kind of record; it takes you by
surprise and by the time you’ve noticed you are only
seconds away from near death. Now that I am in
intensive care I only have one question, have I become a
masochist? Because, I’ve had this EP set on repeat for
the past three hours and to paraphrase, Dave Gahan, 'I
just can’t get enough'.
The Oncoming
Swarm reminds me of Gaza’s awesome I Don’t Care Where I Go When
I Die. Whatever happened to that band? Anyway, like it, this
recording is an apocalyptic mess of uber mayhemic proportions.
This has got to be post-something. Post metal, post noise, post
grind, post awesome-that’s like awesome but a bit more than
that.
What it’s
best about The Oncoming Swarm is that it is abstract, totally
amorphous and very radical. This is like shapeless metal, where
the concept of a riff has been taken out of context, and the
purpose of having a voice has been blown out of proportions.
Here, the ugliness of grind collides with the angularity of
noise rock, then rapes it and eats it for brunch.
Witness the
“Imperial Swarm”, strange shit is coming. Enter distortion,
screaming guitars that smear thousands of dead insects all over
your windshield. What follows is the crash, 32-minutes of pure
impact, gruesome violence by way of your ear canals.
To make The
Oncoming Swarm a more compelling experience, the songs are
linked by noise, or ‘swarms of insects’ which bring about a
nasty viscous ambience to this album. And there is almost a beat
to the 1,000 lashes that is “Butterfly Children”, but like
everything this Syracuse band seems to do, the song is broken
down by what could be music haters. Impressive. Musicians from
all extreme genres could hate a hint, learn a lesson and stop
behaving like bitches. Let’s just hope some metalcore fools
don’t try to hijack Imbroglio away…
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