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Vetala / Vetëvrakh - Vetala / Vetëvrakh

Marriage of two demented raw satanic BM bands forged in Hell - 80%

NausikaDalazBlindaz, April 3rd, 2020

In what must truly be a marriage forged in the deepest parts of Hell by its nuttiest if most inspired denizens, Portuguese raw Satanic BM horde Vetala have teamed up with Bosnian band Vetëvrakh to bring forth this split album of sheer unadulterated demented primitive lo-fi black metal. Vetala lead off with three tracks, all untitled, of deranged clangour and a choir of bestial growling demon singers more remarkable for the enthusiasm they bring to the show than for their ability to co-ordinate their singing and sing in key. Their amateur nature can be excused though as the musicians have just as much trouble keeping in time with each other and their instruments are just as messy and sprawling. The band does its best in each song starting with a definite riff, melody and drum rhythm but from there most of the singing falls apart. At least the drums provide some structure and pace, laying out a foundation for the guitars and vocals to go where they will. Of the three tracks Vetala offer, the second one is the longest, the most varied in its structure, rhythms and even mood (parts of it can be quite dark and frightening), and the most demented with regard to the vocals: drooling, coughing, groaning, howling and maybe nearly being strangled, those demons are having the time of their otherwise tormented and hellish lives here.

Vetëvrakh offer a much more raw and noisy but musically more co-ordinated and superior performance with their two unnamed tracks. Their demon vocalists are just as deranged but at least sing in tune most of the time and sound like they're having a good time boiling in mud down in Hell. After all the time they spend down there, it must be just like sitting in a smelly sulphurous hot tub. Someone pass the battery acid poison cocktails please. The music on the first track has real menace and a strong confident dark presence. The musicians treat their music as if each and every song here will be the last they will ever do. As a result the two tracks have drama, especially the second track which might almost be a mini-soundtrack in the way it creeps forward and the guitars seem to swoon in its first half. The song picks up speed and from then on the demon horde go on a wild ride powered by clanging and clashing percussion rhythms into the lower depths of Hell, celebrating and toasting each other all the way even as the music accelerates and speeds on into black oblivion.

Hands down Vetëvrakh have the better music with real grooves, building up to chaos and a huge collapse for those carousing voices, but Vetala do their damnedest to keep up with their Bosnian pals. Vetala's second track is the one that matches Vetëvrakh's offering in sheer nutty insanity and boisterousness. This split might not win any awards for polished presentation but some of the musicianship here (Vetëvrakh's especially) is very good. The paradox here is that it takes some hard work and effort to produce absolutely nutty-sounding stuff that appears chaotic but is actually more organised than at first appears.