Burial Feast upon Tyne Shore
Even if my
let’s say real archeological impressions
refer to the Mexican land only, this time, thanks to Till You Fukkin Bleed travel
agency, I removed to Newcastle upon Tyne, England. There, the English ground
gave birth to the Live Burial crew and after reading few promising reviews
about the music, I decided to give them a chance. And well, all the opinions
weren’t pack of lies luckily. Namely, the band which is complete negation of nowadays,
lives in the times of glory that reigned the scene twenty-five, thirty years
ago. They are just another delegate of rolling avalanche which torments the
soil with old-school deathly sounds. It means that Englishmen don’t provide any
new modern sounds. Personally I don’t give a shit about it, as long as the
music is performed in such a killing way. Without artificiality, without bizarre
effects.
Yeah,
exactly, this stuff is the ancient death metal played the way it should be
executed. As for production side, the band with Dave Curle as a sound engineer
endowed us a trip in time machine. And this is an unquestionable advantage
reminding me of all those tapes I have been listening to, with flushed crimson
face and wide open mouth, trying to learn something about Napier’s logarithms
or fertilization and embryogenesis of the Angiospermae many, many years ago. And
believe me, there is no boring time while consociating the sounds, though Live
Burial deliver some doom parts as well, with mournful gloomy melodies
(especially in the title longest song), the cohesion between fast expressive
parts and those mentioned slow-downs has been maintained. It resulted rather
long compositions where I can easily fish out quite good lead guitar parts, crushing
bass processions being really strong element of the puzzle or agonizing screams
of Jamie. The whole has been cemented by slimy raw riffs providing a complete
devastation of my senses. And one more thing concerning the atmosphere spreading
over the music: it’s just an added value, filthy, gloomy, sepulchral, of a
tomb. I can confirm: the grave dimension has been unlocked.
On purpose
I didn’t give any names of bands Live Burial took the influences from. This
quintet offer fights bravely under the banner of the old school death. And to
put it briefly these four killing tracks is a really promising thing coming
straight out from Newcastle, contrary to football players residing at St.
James’ Park. The releasing date of “Forced Back to Life” has been announced already,
so I wait patiently hoping it will be a sledge blow. But now, I invite everyone
to purchase this rotten item directly from TYFB before it’s too late. Not a
cheap imitation of the gone past, just pure scything weaponry.
-Tlacaxipehualiztli
(written in March, 2016)
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