The Blasphemous Sinner of Damnation Impurity

Impaler of Pest is yet another addition to the crowded South American black metal scene. Their first full length is quite predictable. You already know where Impaler of Pest is taking you; a journey filled with mangled bodies and hacked limbs complete with confetti of flesh raining down left and right.

Random samples are used throughout the album. One thing that strikes me is when the band has incorporated an audio clip on ‘Dento del Pentagrama’, which is taken from an Islamic exorcism ritual that actually happened in my home country. It doesn’t matter where these guys get the audio from, but I’m sure they must have seen the video on YouTube or something. Despite extensive use of sound effects, the bulk of the material is lacking in memorable riff, which is one of the problems I have with this debut. The band probably knows this as well as I do, that they are trying to mask what little musical substance with overblown audio samples to make up for the apparent inadequacy. Too much of this can be quite annoying really.

The actual music here consists of repetitive chords played either at high or low speed depending on the intended aggression blurted out by Impaler of Pest. They can be brutal whenever they want to. Some songs feature plodding double bass played at half the tempo. Others see the band blasting their way through with thunderous intensity. This album sounds more like a couple of rehearsal tracks put together in a hasty manner. It also reminds me of Deleted from Sabah but with slightly discernible song structures.

Solos can be found throughout the album, alternating between incoherent shredding wrapped around tremolo-picked chords. While the leads aren’t doing anything spectacular, they do add to that vicious atmosphere on tracks like ‘Satan Has Won’, ‘Morbid Hellcommand’ and ‘Supreme Blackgoat 666’.

Profanity, extreme desecration of all things holy, unshakeable beliefs in the horned lord of bottomless pit; these are things you get when listening to Impaler of Pest. Is there anything here that we haven’t heard of before? Nope. Nothing innovative. While it can be quite tiring to hear bands regurgitate all the same satanic dogma time and again, after all we have no choice but to agree – this is what black metal is all about. Musically speaking, the band doesn’t bring anything new to the table, which by now has been overturned by the influx of other acts hopping on top of it in an attempt to steal the show. Lyrically, it is foul all the same, delivered with absolute disgust and ominous hatred. High-pitched shrieks pop up every now and then but generally, the band favors throaty rasp to deliver their sermons upon a pulpit made of flesh and bones.

Not really a satisfying listening experience as a whole but I can listen to this album when needed just so I can pretend to not hear my Filipino coworkers babbling in their shitty language. You might as well use this album to scare kids away from your front door on Halloween nights.