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Diamonds - 78%

Sweetie, December 16th, 2019

Blackened thrash seems to be a dime a dozen, anymore. The trick is finding the one from that dozen that was worth the dime, and nine times out of then it's the band that takes one aspect or another to a large extreme. Rust couldn't be a more fitting name, as their even more fittingly titled disc Raw Shredding Death feels like a steel tube that was left in water without any finishing. Noisy, unpleasant, and all over the place are the name of this unsettling game.

Immediately, the vocals are what jump out the most. The echos that's boasted by the blackened shrieks cast feelings of an endless chasm where cries of pain fill the air. "Desolate Flames" couldn't paint this picture better if it tried, backing its artillery with blasting drums that sound primal as ever, and riffing laced with devastating tones. Speedier takes almost give off a feeling of a television signal with a lot of static, due to primitive production and sloppy layering. Of course, this has to be intentional, as it fits the mood that the band are clearly going for.

But the slower songs are where things seem more threatening. "The Dead Towers" is all but a blackened doom metal song, riding on monotonous and dry rhythms that don't go too crazy. That allows the vocals to draw themselves out in a manner that reflects demonic entities. Plus, the bridge in that song is just phenomenal. The majority of what is on Raw Shredding Death does fall victim to one-sidedness, and it relies heavily on your surroundings. So a proper setting is ideal here. But that aside, Rust bring forth a slick effort that if nothing else, stands out among many of its peers.