So here I sit on a Sunday. It’s sleeting. I ran into not one, but three panhandlers during my morning errands; and I had to deal with the snails-pace driving of the sheep as they journey home from their weekly Jesus circle jerk. Needless to say, I’m a bit on the aggravated side. That said I am in need of something wretchedly heavy to match my mood. I need some death metal. And I have just the thing.
It just so happens that I am in the midst of taking in the latest from DEHUMAN. Their sophomore release, Graveyard of Eden, is out March 10 on Kaotoxin Records. Using a mix of old school death metal with modern nuances, the group throws down an aural assault that is aggressively familiar while still managing to take jabs at new territory. For lack of better words, it’s angry as fuck…I know. Such a parochial description, but take a quick listen and tell me it’s not accurate. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
Since you’re still reading this, I can take pride in being right; so let’s move forward. On GOE, the Belgian quartet delivers all death metal requisites, and they deliver them in spades. Grinding tremolo riffs? Check. Endurance trials of blast beats? Check. “Hulk smash” growl vocals? Check. Antitheist lyrical themes? Check. The list could go on and on. Among the needed elements, there were some that spoke louder than others; particularly the guitar leads, which transcend the typical genre standard of ripping through scales at blinding speeds. While this can be seen on songs like “Obedience to Pestilence” and “Goddess of Sin”, tracks such as “Crypts of Blood” and “Ov Madness” play out in a more melodic fashion.
Circling back to my opening statements, I will gesture that Graveyard of Eden is exactly what was needed for my current state of mind. The raw, visceral grit of slam riffs and machine gun drumming provided the perfect place to release my frustrations over early morning mishaps. Although DEHUMAN haven’t struck any new ground with their new release, I am completely satisfied with that. Death metal has very specific rules; much like how this MMA, UFC fandom has specific rules about hiding one’s ‘roid use and latent homosexuality. And those are rules that don’t need to be changed. Death metal needs to be fast and evil sounding. It needs to be grimy, filthy and disgustingly awash in ire. And this disc is every one of those things.
STANDOUT TRACKS: ALL OF THEM