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My only other major experience with Hungarian death metal is brutal death average Joes from Budapest, Kill With Hate. Also from Budapest and also bearing a pretty yawnsome band name are Sin of God, who are actually my current hot tip for brutal Hungarian death metal.
Sin of God rampage through somewhat grind-inspired technical death metal songs, merrily piling in frantic, twiddling Eastern riffs and thick-as-fudge breakdowns from the book of Suffocation. There's a fair bit of Egyptian or at least Eastern influence from the outset, with a very Nile-ish intro and interludes. However, since Nile completely screwed the pooch with their latest, I've got a space in my heart that needs a -fillin'. Sin of God provide a pretty effective mid-to-long-term fix if yer after unsympathetic and exoticism-tinged death technicality that isn't too by the numbers. It's pretty limber. Heh.
Though he isn't rampantly inventive, drummer Botyánszki Balázs is pretty much what you want out of a technical death metal drummer when shunning the genre's jazzier inclinations. Punishing blast beats and rattling cymbals galore are the order of the day as Bot comfortably follows thuggish breakdowns and squealing solos with appropriately aggressive treatment of his kit. He'd probably be a treat live. Vocalist Páll László provides a spit-flecked din of deep growls and more deep growls - again, innovation is oft left by the wayside, but competence is prized.
Something that might endear these chaps to the Niled out death head is their to-the-point brevity - no time is wasted getting in with a hyperactive song like 'Kill the Irreligious', chucking in a bunch of double bass or chugging to break up the whining tremolo riffs, chucking in the kitchen sink, and then usually getting the hell out inside of under four minutes. These chaps don't allow high-minded concepts to lure them into the placid epics so despised by detractors of albums like Those Whom the Gods Detest. Highlights include that opening trio of bruisers, though nice riffs are wont to pick up throughout. Longer longs like 'Bloodlust' and 'Yearn of Lesions' venture into some atmospheric slow moments that sound pretty nice - the latter with some very bleak tremolos making an appearance. More of this sort of nihilism and we're onto a winner. A lowlight includes the arpeggio-centric motifs of 'The Violator'. When will bands learn that arpeggios prove nothing and are irritating as fuck to me?
Anyway. There's little to pull these guys up on in general however - their instrumental ability is there, as is a certain personality lent by the rather more brutal and simple-minded adoption of certain mystical musings familiar to the brutal/ technical death metal crowd, and there's little reason that with some screws tightened here and motors revved there they might not become a sort of Hungarian Hour of Penance some day.