Driving My Fist Through Her Chest

If it wasn't for a few goofy samples and silly song titles, this could be one of the most disturbed and atmospheric death metal albums I've ever heard. It still is, if you ignore those elements. On 'Driving My Fist Through Her Chest', Artery Eruption play brutal slam death in the same way that they always have, focusing mostly on long, drawn-out slam sections with sporadic blasting moments, and with a ridiculously bassy and claustrophobic production job. At first it sounds like the sound quality is due to amateur studio engineers, but once you put on your headphones and soak up the atmosphere you realise that, like always, this was the atmosphere they were aiming for.

While the fast sections are great, can't argue with gravity blasts (and the drummer is especially talented) it's the slow, tortorous slam riffs that make this worth your while. Low, droning vocals gurgle their way through as the drummer plays Digested Flesh style funk breaks or just steady and sporadic beats echoing the the percussion of the guitars. It's actually incredible, the amount of attention to detail put in for such antisocial and lowbrow music - every note and chord is placed in a very important manner, and despite it still being very brutal death this reminds me more of funeral doom than of, say, Suffocation.

If you didn't like their earlier works there's no hope that you'll like this but if you did, I'd wager that this is their best so far.