Tetragrammacide - Primal Incinerators Of Moral Matrix album review

Bengalese blasters unleash a face-ripping, multi-dimensional assault

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Metal bands have been trying to conjure a suitable soundtrack to the impending apocalypse for decades, but Tetragrammacide have just recorded an album so ugly, violent and unstoppable that you might conceivably choose Armageddon in favour of exposing yourself to this utterly insane eruption of unholy noise. Ostensibly a blackened death metal band with a penchant for sonic chaos, this Kolkata trio are wild, unhinged and extreme in a way that few bands could hope to achieve. Every song amounts to a sustained assault on the senses as grotesque, amorphous riffs churn and twist around a jarring core of blasts, kicks and inhuman bellowing. It’s simultaneously mesmerising, exhilarating and like having your severed but living head stuck inside a turbo- charged washing machine full of nails, razorblades and grenades, while all Hell’s demons assail your shrieking, terrified face. Fucking astonishing.

For fans of: Archgoat, Black Witchery, Impiety

Dom Lawson
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Dom Lawson began his inauspicious career as a music journalist in 1999. He wrote for Kerrang! for seven years, before moving to Metal Hammer and Prog Magazine in 2007. His primary interests are heavy metal, progressive rock, coffee, snooker and despair. He is politically homeless and has an excellent beard.