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Septage - Septic Decadence

Corrupted and Putrid - 85%

Nattskog7, August 8th, 2022
Written based on this version: 2020, 7" vinyl, Me Saco un Ojo Records (Limited edition, 2 colors)

Sprawling forth from the murk, Septage are here with their debut EP of gory, rotten death metal.

Crashing cymbals and bellowing, bass heavy riffs churn into a swampy murk of filthy death metal with swirling gurgled vocals interspersing the instrumental barbarity. This is decrepit, monstrous and malignant death metal that is clearly inspired by early Carcass but also has a fairly unique sound in the mix that throws in some Mortician vibes too. Pulverising songwriting is delivered in the most odiously disgusting way to de-flesh your skull as its rhythmic hammering progresses (or regresses) through primal ooze into the charnel gut of death metal’s origins. Deliciously fetid and pungent doomy sections space out the grooving onslaught with some atmosphere while never straying far from a spontaneous eruption of miasmic grotesqueries. It is very fast that this EP will hook itself into your flesh and rot it from the inside.

Convulsing onwards, the spew of rancidity from the whole band expands into a disdainful snarl of musty drums, fleshy riffs and vomitous vocal spew. Clearly anything that is not deemed vile or brutal enough has been discarded as not a second on this debut release is anything short of gruesomeness. The slower riffs add a real catchy vibe to the tracks while stomping away at our brains with no less respite. Thunderous cacophonies of vile soundscapes and blistering solos entwine a ferocious cascade of rotting rhythmic savagery. Spinning out into frenzied rage, the EP loses no momentum as the monolithic closing track delivered one last bout of total carnage in the putrid formula we have seen throughout. A crushing closer to a malicious and decimating EP.

This EP is not for the weak. Pure unfiltered rotten death metal the old school way with some grind but not enough to loosen the tight sonic disgustingness. With silurian primality on the surface but plenty of catchy hooks and meaty riffing to swaddle the unwavering drums and an explosion of puke from the vocalist, this will satisfy your nastiest cravings.

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Something about judging a book - 87%

we hope you die, October 26th, 2020

On their first demo ‘Septic Decadence’, Septage have achieved a sound that feels like it is in conflict with itself. Judging by the track titles, the Carcass ripoff/tribute cover art, the name of the band, the overall aura we are presented with, we’d assume we’re in for a slab of straight up goregrind. But no, aside from the blocked plug vocals and a couple of short to-the-point numbers, this demo is pretty sophisticated death metal; like a technical Autopsy. Whether it’s goregrind striving for additional dimensions, or death metal attempting to strip itself of all intellectual aspiration, is really by the way. This is frantic, chromatic, dense death metal that calls to mind Sadistic Drive’s first album ‘Anthropophagy’ for a similar work that attempts to hide its own sophistication behind a dirty aesthetic.

The production is actually pretty clean, with a guitar tone rendered clean enough to do justice to the intricacy of the off-kilter riffs. Drums are also clear and tight, operating as a law unto themselves, forcing the guitars, already articulating odd and unorthodox riff shapes, through a bizarre grinder of tempo changes. It’s only really the vocals that go full goregrind, operating at the guttural range, losing the lyrics to the wind (although we can probably guess their general thrust based on the track titles).

With that in mind, ‘Septic Decadence’ turns out to be a pleasant surprise. Not only is it well crafted, dirty death metal, it also offers some engaging and oddball choices that keep one guessing. It’s not technical in an in-your-face way, rather using this to service the mire of droll, alienating riffs. Nor is it overly keen to exhibit its idiosyncrasies in the form of cheap novelty. There are certainly some grind riffs thrown in, but they used as a link between passages of sophisticated chromatic riff building, underpinned by drums that are just as happy to blast as they are to offer a back-beat. A refreshingly straightforward release that smuggles in plenty of layers of complexity and talking points beneath the primal veneer.

Originally published at Hate Meditations