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Biological Bludgeon - 62%

putrevomitory, November 17th, 2016

Brutal death metal. Random in-genre sifting—the exciting part that at most/best leads to the usual: relentless self-indulgence in gore, guts and goo, automatically making outliers a less disappointing consideration; such as Myconith. Biological Science Fiction. This is a first encounter from a death metal band purveying such; and a brutal death metal one just alienates itself off to the less served branch of sci-fi.

What makes this interesting is bands associating themselves with physical sci-fi tend to obsess over weird outer worlds effects. Myconith is neither from that school, nor does it's take on brutal death metal for now incorporate for such. Either from speculation, disregard, or something is in the offing. Murky from its out-pour as the album starts, with groovy vents along its expanse. The murkiness provides for this—rummaging through the thickest mire of greenery and twitching with with bog-like entrapments that one can't help plodding even faster. Realistically, it's the groove that holds it together. Best heard in song one as it prepares for closure—before the short but tasty solos in the second song. Beyond that is death metal fare and additional sounds—probably a live scene from the inter-planetary onslaughts as life forms intermingle with with spores. Some DM bands blast, while others groove; keeping either of the two drawing lines on forms of brutality—when not dispensing both. Myconith is the grooving type, and rightly content.

The drummer is more likely on a pace after the axe-man—audibly visible all over Shroomshire. Enviroglutton is the better of the lot with upfront riffing. The leads have a penchant for Entombed-core with the kind of tone used. Although quite formulaic in display of chops in its moshing sections. This does not render it any less headbangable. The only question left is why let those tasty licks trail off like smears; when they add substance to a heaviness that has been dragged through grime and countless swarms of Myconid species off the fourth dimension—in an effort to sporify the listener's oblongata.

It has its serving of slam, punk-long songs which are neither short of melodic sections—check title track—and heavy breakdowns; sometimes ending or surrounded by melodic, however unpaced riffs. Fuzzy production keeps things enjoyably lurking in grime. This is the alpha of a concept band unfurling the events surrounding Deimos 9, a star-port system at the edge of the galaxy.

-Web Scrawler