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  1. Look, listen, kneel, pray! Noisy #DeathGrind from Turku, Finland.
    **Sewer Altar** debut album Fever Dreams of Vengeance, out tomorrow.

    🤘🤘🤘

    seweraltar.bandcamp.com/album/

    #DeathMetal #Grindcore #PowerViolence

  2. Look, listen, kneel, pray! Noisy #DeathGrind from Turku, Finland.
    **Sewer Altar** debut album Fever Dreams of Vengeance, out tomorrow.

    🤘🤘🤘

    seweraltar.bandcamp.com/album/

    #DeathMetal #Grindcore #PowerViolence

  3. As this #ThursDeath fizzles out I'd like to draw your attention to this here latest release by #DeathMetal / #DeathGrind crew DUNGAVENHOOTER from Maine in the US.

    There are no zombies here, no demons, no spooky ghouls, no Beelzebub doing the nasty and pissing on crosses. No splatter, no occult incantations, no murky metaphors, no foggy (albeit fun) hocus pocus.

    Dungavenhooter deal in raw, ugly and nasty reality, full of brutal, desperate, teeth-gritting anger and bodies/souls hitting concrete. And killer riffs. It's pretty great - but also quite harsh ->

    Edit: hashtags

    Bandcamp link to the 2026 promo EP by Dungavenhooter -> dungavenhooter.bandcamp.com/al

  4. As this #ThursDeath fizzles out I'd like to draw your attention to this here latest release by #DeathMetal / #DeathGrind crew DUNGAVENHOOTER from Maine in the US.

    There are no zombies here, no demons, no spooky ghouls, no Beelzebub doing the nasty and pissing on crosses. No splatter, no occult incantations, no murky metaphors, no foggy (albeit fun) hocus pocus.

    Dungavenhooter deal in raw, ugly and nasty reality, full of brutal, desperate, teeth-gritting anger and bodies/souls hitting concrete. And killer riffs. It's pretty great - but also quite harsh ->

    Edit: hashtags

    Bandcamp link to the 2026 promo EP by Dungavenhooter -> dungavenhooter.bandcamp.com/al

  5. Melting Rot – Infatuation with Premeditation Review By Saunders

    When in skilled hands, death and grind go together like all the finest combinations, whether it’s peanut butter and chocolate, beer and pretzels, or good old mac and cheese. The tasty combo applies to the musical inclinations of Illinois wrecking crew Melting Rot, as they unleash their second LP and follow-up to 2021’s Blood Delusions debut. Admittedly unfamiliar before dredging this one up from the promo sump, the trio feature combined underground experience with various lesser-known acts, forming way back in 2017. Citing the likes of Regurgitate and Excruciating Terror as comparisons, and featuring a guest spot from Exhumed legend Matt Harvey, can these unheralded deathgrind loonies make a sizable impact in the ever-crowded realms of the underground?

    Following a short sample, right off the bat, Melting Rot lay their gnarled cards on the table, unleashing a rugged, relentless frenzy of old school grind values and groovy, gnashing brutal death, complete with incomprehensible, uber low vox and occasional deeper variations or grindy highs. It’s a tight, violent, take-no-prisoners approach, done and dusted in a mere eighteen minutes. Melting Rot flip between d-beaten bursts and blasts of crusty grind, to thuggish brutal death depravity with raucous energy and tight musical chops. Revelling in the relative uncomplicated nature of their sound, Melting Rot draw influence from the likes of Exhumed, Carcass, and a more straightforward Benighted.

    Sporting a robust, extra beefy production job, Infatuation with Premeditation boasts a killer guitar tone, cutting a nasty swathe of distortion and welcome oomph to the ample supply of meaty riffs and piledriving grooves littering the album. At their most potent, Melting Rot dish out gnarly examples of their bruising deathgrind attack. Barnstorming cuts like the viciously grinding, punkish throes and infectious riffs of “Human Pavement Splatter,” crunching grooves and ripping powerplays of “The Surgeon was Comatose,” and thrashing melodicism cutting through the otherwise blunt force savagery of “Aiming for Construction Workers” highlight Infatuation with Premeditation’s stronger writing. Not to be discounted, “Open Casket Vomit Spew” injects Necroticism-esque flair and crunch, while “Morbid Infatuation” adds buzzsawing Swedeath riffs into its punky grind skirmishes. It’s nasty, unsanitized stuff, refreshingly free from modern polish, ensuring the material retains its dirty, rusty edge.

    There are no glaring weak links, just a handful of moments where the writing bleeds together slightly, leading to fleeting moments of faceless brutality. Meanwhile, the vocals are a mixed bag. The multi-pronged attack largely defaults to the predominant gurgling lows, while serviceable, they lack variation and are fairly one-dimensional and monotonous in delivery. When occasionally cut with the shattering highs and other lower growl variations, the vocal impact is more effective. Shifting the balance would have worked wonders. Otherwise, Infatuation with Premeditation ticks all the boxes for a rollicking good time for deathgrind fiends. The brevity leaves you wanting more, and while long-term mileage is debatable, overall, Melting Rot swing hard and largely nail the impact. The subtle dynamic shifts between their higher gears are well executed, while the album is fueled by relentless energy and filthy, bludgeoning riffs, packing a mean, headbanging punch.

    Melting Rot delivered a punchy, efficient blast of deathgrind goodness on Infatuation with Premeditation, featuring a short, sharp collection of nuggety brawlers falling in the solid to very good bracket and hinting at potential greatness to come if Melting Rot continue to sharpen and hone their songwriting skills. As it stands, Infatuation with Premeditation is a strong 3.0, an entertaining platter and recommended listen for deathgrind enthusiasts who like their deathgrind extra riffy and their grooves bloody and beaten.

    

    Rating:3.0/5.0
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Hells Headbangers Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 27th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmericanMetal #Benighted #Carcass #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #ExcruciatingTerror #Exhumed #Grind #HellsHeadbangersRecords #InfatuationWithPremeditation #MeltingRot #Regurgitate #Review #Reviews
  6. Melting Rot – Infatuation with Premeditation Review By Saunders

    When in skilled hands, death and grind go together like all the finest combinations, whether it’s peanut butter and chocolate, beer and pretzels, or good old mac and cheese. The tasty combo applies to the musical inclinations of Illinois wrecking crew Melting Rot, as they unleash their second LP and follow-up to 2021’s Blood Delusions debut. Admittedly unfamiliar before dredging this one up from the promo sump, the trio feature combined underground experience with various lesser-known acts, forming way back in 2017. Citing the likes of Regurgitate and Excruciating Terror as comparisons, and featuring a guest spot from Exhumed legend Matt Harvey, can these unheralded deathgrind loonies make a sizable impact in the ever-crowded realms of the underground?

    Following a short sample, right off the bat, Melting Rot lay their gnarled cards on the table, unleashing a rugged, relentless frenzy of old school grind values and groovy, gnashing brutal death, complete with incomprehensible, uber low vox and occasional deeper variations or grindy highs. It’s a tight, violent, take-no-prisoners approach, done and dusted in a mere eighteen minutes. Melting Rot flip between d-beaten bursts and blasts of crusty grind, to thuggish brutal death depravity with raucous energy and tight musical chops. Revelling in the relative uncomplicated nature of their sound, Melting Rot draw influence from the likes of Exhumed, Carcass, and a more straightforward Benighted.

    Sporting a robust, extra beefy production job, Infatuation with Premeditation boasts a killer guitar tone, cutting a nasty swathe of distortion and welcome oomph to the ample supply of meaty riffs and piledriving grooves littering the album. At their most potent, Melting Rot dish out gnarly examples of their bruising deathgrind attack. Barnstorming cuts like the viciously grinding, punkish throes and infectious riffs of “Human Pavement Splatter,” crunching grooves and ripping powerplays of “The Surgeon was Comatose,” and thrashing melodicism cutting through the otherwise blunt force savagery of “Aiming for Construction Workers” highlight Infatuation with Premeditation’s stronger writing. Not to be discounted, “Open Casket Vomit Spew” injects Necroticism-esque flair and crunch, while “Morbid Infatuation” adds buzzsawing Swedeath riffs into its punky grind skirmishes. It’s nasty, unsanitized stuff, refreshingly free from modern polish, ensuring the material retains its dirty, rusty edge.

    There are no glaring weak links, just a handful of moments where the writing bleeds together slightly, leading to fleeting moments of faceless brutality. Meanwhile, the vocals are a mixed bag. The multi-pronged attack largely defaults to the predominant gurgling lows, while serviceable, they lack variation and are fairly one-dimensional and monotonous in delivery. When occasionally cut with the shattering highs and other lower growl variations, the vocal impact is more effective. Shifting the balance would have worked wonders. Otherwise, Infatuation with Premeditation ticks all the boxes for a rollicking good time for deathgrind fiends. The brevity leaves you wanting more, and while long-term mileage is debatable, overall, Melting Rot swing hard and largely nail the impact. The subtle dynamic shifts between their higher gears are well executed, while the album is fueled by relentless energy and filthy, bludgeoning riffs, packing a mean, headbanging punch.

    Melting Rot delivered a punchy, efficient blast of deathgrind goodness on Infatuation with Premeditation, featuring a short, sharp collection of nuggety brawlers falling in the solid to very good bracket and hinting at potential greatness to come if Melting Rot continue to sharpen and hone their songwriting skills. As it stands, Infatuation with Premeditation is a strong 3.0, an entertaining platter and recommended listen for deathgrind enthusiasts who like their deathgrind extra riffy and their grooves bloody and beaten.

    

    Rating:3.0/5.0
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Hells Headbangers Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 27th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmericanMetal #Benighted #Carcass #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #ExcruciatingTerror #Exhumed #Grind #HellsHeadbangersRecords #InfatuationWithPremeditation #MeltingRot #Regurgitate #Review #Reviews
  7. Melting Rot – Infatuation with Premeditation Review By Saunders

    When in skilled hands, death and grind go together like all the finest combinations, whether it’s peanut butter and chocolate, beer and pretzels, or good old mac and cheese. The tasty combo applies to the musical inclinations of Illinois wrecking crew Melting Rot, as they unleash their second LP and follow-up to 2021’s Blood Delusions debut. Admittedly unfamiliar before dredging this one up from the promo sump, the trio feature combined underground experience with various lesser-known acts, forming way back in 2017. Citing the likes of Regurgitate and Excruciating Terror as comparisons, and featuring a guest spot from Exhumed legend Matt Harvey, can these unheralded deathgrind loonies make a sizable impact in the ever-crowded realms of the underground?

    Following a short sample, right off the bat, Melting Rot lay their gnarled cards on the table, unleashing a rugged, relentless frenzy of old school grind values and groovy, gnashing brutal death, complete with incomprehensible, uber low vox and occasional deeper variations or grindy highs. It’s a tight, violent, take-no-prisoners approach, done and dusted in a mere eighteen minutes. Melting Rot flip between d-beaten bursts and blasts of crusty grind, to thuggish brutal death depravity with raucous energy and tight musical chops. Revelling in the relative uncomplicated nature of their sound, Melting Rot draw influence from the likes of Exhumed, Carcass, and a more straightforward Benighted.

    Sporting a robust, extra beefy production job, Infatuation with Premeditation boasts a killer guitar tone, cutting a nasty swathe of distortion and welcome oomph to the ample supply of meaty riffs and piledriving grooves littering the album. At their most potent, Melting Rot dish out gnarly examples of their bruising deathgrind attack. Barnstorming cuts like the viciously grinding, punkish throes and infectious riffs of “Human Pavement Splatter,” crunching grooves and ripping powerplays of “The Surgeon was Comatose,” and thrashing melodicism cutting through the otherwise blunt force savagery of “Aiming for Construction Workers” highlight Infatuation with Premeditation’s stronger writing. Not to be discounted, “Open Casket Vomit Spew” injects Necroticism-esque flair and crunch, while “Morbid Infatuation” adds buzzsawing Swedeath riffs into its punky grind skirmishes. It’s nasty, unsanitized stuff, refreshingly free from modern polish, ensuring the material retains its dirty, rusty edge.

    There are no glaring weak links, just a handful of moments where the writing bleeds together slightly, leading to fleeting moments of faceless brutality. Meanwhile, the vocals are a mixed bag. The multi-pronged attack largely defaults to the predominant gurgling lows, while serviceable, they lack variation and are fairly one-dimensional and monotonous in delivery. When occasionally cut with the shattering highs and other lower growl variations, the vocal impact is more effective. Shifting the balance would have worked wonders. Otherwise, Infatuation with Premeditation ticks all the boxes for a rollicking good time for deathgrind fiends. The brevity leaves you wanting more, and while long-term mileage is debatable, overall, Melting Rot swing hard and largely nail the impact. The subtle dynamic shifts between their higher gears are well executed, while the album is fueled by relentless energy and filthy, bludgeoning riffs, packing a mean, headbanging punch.

    Melting Rot delivered a punchy, efficient blast of deathgrind goodness on Infatuation with Premeditation, featuring a short, sharp collection of nuggety brawlers falling in the solid to very good bracket and hinting at potential greatness to come if Melting Rot continue to sharpen and hone their songwriting skills. As it stands, Infatuation with Premeditation is a strong 3.0, an entertaining platter and recommended listen for deathgrind enthusiasts who like their deathgrind extra riffy and their grooves bloody and beaten.

    

    Rating:3.0/5.0
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Hells Headbangers Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 27th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmericanMetal #Benighted #Carcass #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #ExcruciatingTerror #Exhumed #Grind #HellsHeadbangersRecords #InfatuationWithPremeditation #MeltingRot #Regurgitate #Review #Reviews
  8. Melting Rot – Infatuation with Premeditation Review By Saunders

    When in skilled hands, death and grind go together like all the finest combinations, whether it’s peanut butter and chocolate, beer and pretzels, or good old mac and cheese. The tasty combo applies to the musical inclinations of Illinois wrecking crew Melting Rot, as they unleash their second LP and follow-up to 2021’s Blood Delusions debut. Admittedly unfamiliar before dredging this one up from the promo sump, the trio feature combined underground experience with various lesser-known acts, forming way back in 2017. Citing the likes of Regurgitate and Excruciating Terror as comparisons, and featuring a guest spot from Exhumed legend Matt Harvey, can these unheralded deathgrind loonies make a sizable impact in the ever-crowded realms of the underground?

    Following a short sample, right off the bat, Melting Rot lay their gnarled cards on the table, unleashing a rugged, relentless frenzy of old school grind values and groovy, gnashing brutal death, complete with incomprehensible, uber low vox and occasional deeper variations or grindy highs. It’s a tight, violent, take-no-prisoners approach, done and dusted in a mere eighteen minutes. Melting Rot flip between d-beaten bursts and blasts of crusty grind, to thuggish brutal death depravity with raucous energy and tight musical chops. Revelling in the relative uncomplicated nature of their sound, Melting Rot draw influence from the likes of Exhumed, Carcass, and a more straightforward Benighted.

    Sporting a robust, extra beefy production job, Infatuation with Premeditation boasts a killer guitar tone, cutting a nasty swathe of distortion and welcome oomph to the ample supply of meaty riffs and piledriving grooves littering the album. At their most potent, Melting Rot dish out gnarly examples of their bruising deathgrind attack. Barnstorming cuts like the viciously grinding, punkish throes and infectious riffs of “Human Pavement Splatter,” crunching grooves and ripping powerplays of “The Surgeon was Comatose,” and thrashing melodicism cutting through the otherwise blunt force savagery of “Aiming for Construction Workers” highlight Infatuation with Premeditation’s stronger writing. Not to be discounted, “Open Casket Vomit Spew” injects Necroticism-esque flair and crunch, while “Morbid Infatuation” adds buzzsawing Swedeath riffs into its punky grind skirmishes. It’s nasty, unsanitized stuff, refreshingly free from modern polish, ensuring the material retains its dirty, rusty edge.

    There are no glaring weak links, just a handful of moments where the writing bleeds together slightly, leading to fleeting moments of faceless brutality. Meanwhile, the vocals are a mixed bag. The multi-pronged attack largely defaults to the predominant gurgling lows, while serviceable, they lack variation and are fairly one-dimensional and monotonous in delivery. When occasionally cut with the shattering highs and other lower growl variations, the vocal impact is more effective. Shifting the balance would have worked wonders. Otherwise, Infatuation with Premeditation ticks all the boxes for a rollicking good time for deathgrind fiends. The brevity leaves you wanting more, and while long-term mileage is debatable, overall, Melting Rot swing hard and largely nail the impact. The subtle dynamic shifts between their higher gears are well executed, while the album is fueled by relentless energy and filthy, bludgeoning riffs, packing a mean, headbanging punch.

    Melting Rot delivered a punchy, efficient blast of deathgrind goodness on Infatuation with Premeditation, featuring a short, sharp collection of nuggety brawlers falling in the solid to very good bracket and hinting at potential greatness to come if Melting Rot continue to sharpen and hone their songwriting skills. As it stands, Infatuation with Premeditation is a strong 3.0, an entertaining platter and recommended listen for deathgrind enthusiasts who like their deathgrind extra riffy and their grooves bloody and beaten.

    

    Rating:3.0/5.0
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Hells Headbangers Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 27th, 2026

    #2026 #30 #AmericanMetal #Benighted #Carcass #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #ExcruciatingTerror #Exhumed #Grind #HellsHeadbangersRecords #InfatuationWithPremeditation #MeltingRot #Regurgitate #Review #Reviews
  9. #ThursDeath this week is this absolute BANGER of an EP Whittier, California deathgrind freaks CASKET MUSH just put out, 'Evocation of Paranoia'. This fucker grinds and churns and smashes at your skull in the best ways. HUGE contender for me this year. Gonna be listening to this one a lot.

    casketmush.bandcamp.com/album/

    #metal #DeathMetal #DeathGrind #California #CaliforniaBands #CaliBands #CasketMush #2026Albums #2026Records #Whittier #CaliforniaMetal #CaliforniaGrind @HailsandAles @wendigo @swampgas @rtw @guffo @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @Kitty @umrk @flockofnazguls @nnenov

  10. #ThursDeath this week is this absolute BANGER of an EP Whittier, California deathgrind freaks CASKET MUSH just put out, 'Evocation of Paranoia'. This fucker grinds and churns and smashes at your skull in the best ways. HUGE contender for me this year. Gonna be listening to this one a lot.

    casketmush.bandcamp.com/album/

    #metal #DeathMetal #DeathGrind #California #CaliforniaBands #CaliBands #CasketMush #2026Albums #2026Records #Whittier #CaliforniaMetal #CaliforniaGrind @HailsandAles @wendigo @swampgas @rtw @guffo @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @Kitty @umrk @flockofnazguls @nnenov

  11. #ThursDeath this week is this absolute BANGER of an EP Whittier, California deathgrind freaks CASKET MUSH just put out, 'Evocation of Paranoia'. This fucker grinds and churns and smashes at your skull in the best ways. HUGE contender for me this year. Gonna be listening to this one a lot.

    casketmush.bandcamp.com/album/

    #metal #DeathMetal #DeathGrind #California #CaliforniaBands #CaliBands #CasketMush #2026Albums #2026Records #Whittier #CaliforniaMetal #CaliforniaGrind @HailsandAles @wendigo @swampgas @rtw @guffo @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @Kitty @umrk @flockofnazguls @nnenov

  12. #ThursDeath this week is this absolute BANGER of an EP Whittier, California deathgrind freaks CASKET MUSH just put out, 'Evocation of Paranoia'. This fucker grinds and churns and smashes at your skull in the best ways. HUGE contender for me this year. Gonna be listening to this one a lot.

    casketmush.bandcamp.com/album/

    #metal #DeathMetal #DeathGrind #California #CaliforniaBands #CaliBands #CasketMush #2026Albums #2026Records #Whittier #CaliforniaMetal #CaliforniaGrind @HailsandAles @wendigo @swampgas @rtw @guffo @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @Kitty @umrk @flockofnazguls @nnenov

  13. #ThursDeath this week is a twofer. I briefly mentioned Finland's CADAVERIC INCUBATOR last November when they had a split with Hemorrhoid, but I've recently revisited their two full length records (so far), and they are fucking RIDICULOUS.

    If you like insane, intense, riffy and downright INCREDIBLE (dynamic!) deathgrind, don't miss these two LPs. Few bands do deathgrind better than this. More folks should talk about these dudes.

    'Sermons of the Devouring Dead' from 2017:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    and 'Nightmare Necropolis' from 2021:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    #metal #DeathMetal #Finland #CadavericIncubator #grind #grindcore #DeathGrind #FinnishMetal #FinnishBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @guffo @nnenov @Kitty @swampgas @umrk @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @flockofnazguls @pephorror

  14. #ThursDeath this week is a twofer. I briefly mentioned Finland's CADAVERIC INCUBATOR last November when they had a split with Hemorrhoid, but I've recently revisited their two full length records (so far), and they are fucking RIDICULOUS.

    If you like insane, intense, riffy and downright INCREDIBLE (dynamic!) deathgrind, don't miss these two LPs. Few bands do deathgrind better than this. More folks should talk about these dudes.

    'Sermons of the Devouring Dead' from 2017:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    and 'Nightmare Necropolis' from 2021:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    #metal #DeathMetal #Finland #CadavericIncubator #grind #grindcore #DeathGrind #FinnishMetal #FinnishBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @guffo @nnenov @Kitty @swampgas @umrk @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @flockofnazguls @pephorror

  15. #ThursDeath this week is a twofer. I briefly mentioned Finland's CADAVERIC INCUBATOR last November when they had a split with Hemorrhoid, but I've recently revisited their two full length records (so far), and they are fucking RIDICULOUS.

    If you like insane, intense, riffy and downright INCREDIBLE (dynamic!) deathgrind, don't miss these two LPs. Few bands do deathgrind better than this. More folks should talk about these dudes.

    'Sermons of the Devouring Dead' from 2017:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    and 'Nightmare Necropolis' from 2021:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    #metal #DeathMetal #Finland #CadavericIncubator #grind #grindcore #DeathGrind #FinnishMetal #FinnishBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @guffo @nnenov @Kitty @swampgas @umrk @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @flockofnazguls @pephorror

  16. #ThursDeath this week is a twofer. I briefly mentioned Finland's CADAVERIC INCUBATOR last November when they had a split with Hemorrhoid, but I've recently revisited their two full length records (so far), and they are fucking RIDICULOUS.

    If you like insane, intense, riffy and downright INCREDIBLE (dynamic!) deathgrind, don't miss these two LPs. Few bands do deathgrind better than this. More folks should talk about these dudes.

    'Sermons of the Devouring Dead' from 2017:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    and 'Nightmare Necropolis' from 2021:
    cadaveric-incubator.bandcamp.c

    #metal #DeathMetal #Finland #CadavericIncubator #grind #grindcore #DeathGrind #FinnishMetal #FinnishBands @wendigo @HailsandAles @rtw @guffo @nnenov @Kitty @swampgas @umrk @c0m4 @AlfeeDee @flockofnazguls @pephorror

  17. No/Más – No Peace Review By Grin Reaper

    DC deathgrind ensemble No/Más formed almost a decade ago, pumping out a split, two EPs, and a full-length between 2017 and 2022. Four years later, No/Más assails 2026 from the jump, touring with Exhumed and Oxygen Destroyer as well as crackin’ skulls with their sophomore effort, No Peace. Stylistically similar to their debut Consume/Deny/Repent, No Peace offers listeners twenty-two minutes of throat-punching, toe-stomping aural hooliganism that’s as charming as it is confrontational. Does No/Más’ boisterous, acerbic approach leave listeners with a tolerance for their hijinks, or will they leave No Peace thinking, ‘no thanks?’

    While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/Más firmly institutes their identity. The change isn’t drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/Más balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hell’s caustic bite, Napalm Death’s thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rot’s warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones aren’t enough, No/Más unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.

    No Peace by NO/MÁS

    No/Más’ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vasta’s bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (“Abolition,” “Cycle of Sacrifice”), wielding a thick, surly tone that’ll rabbit punch you into head-banging if you’re standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (“Abolition”) and dropping to half-time backbeats (“No Peace”) as songs demand. It’s not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/Más injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkus’ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (“Act of Killing,” “Spineless”), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (“Leech”) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/Más fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.

    With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/Más leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As you’d expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds great—sure, the dynamic range scores low, but it’s exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. It’s well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like “Leech,” partly because No/Más excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peace—the compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.

    No/Más hasn’t redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter I’ve quite enjoyed. While I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing No/Más live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I can’t wait for what comes next. No más? No. Más.

    Rating: Very Good!
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Redefining Darkness Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhumed #FullOfHell #Grindcore #JungleRot #Mar26 #Nails #NapalmDeath #NoPeace #NoMas #NoMas #OxygenDestroyer #ProPain #RedefiningDarknessRecords #Review #Reviews #Sepultura
  18. No/Más – No Peace Review By Grin Reaper

    DC deathgrind ensemble No/Más formed almost a decade ago, pumping out a split, two EPs, and a full-length between 2017 and 2022. Four years later, No/Más assails 2026 from the jump, touring with Exhumed and Oxygen Destroyer as well as crackin’ skulls with their sophomore effort, No Peace. Stylistically similar to their debut Consume/Deny/Repent, No Peace offers listeners twenty-two minutes of throat-punching, toe-stomping aural hooliganism that’s as charming as it is confrontational. Does No/Más’ boisterous, acerbic approach leave listeners with a tolerance for their hijinks, or will they leave No Peace thinking, ‘no thanks?’

    While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/Más firmly institutes their identity. The change isn’t drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/Más balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hell’s caustic bite, Napalm Death’s thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rot’s warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones aren’t enough, No/Más unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.

    No Peace by NO/MÁS

    No/Más’ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vasta’s bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (“Abolition,” “Cycle of Sacrifice”), wielding a thick, surly tone that’ll rabbit punch you into head-banging if you’re standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (“Abolition”) and dropping to half-time backbeats (“No Peace”) as songs demand. It’s not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/Más injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkus’ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (“Act of Killing,” “Spineless”), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (“Leech”) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/Más fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.

    With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/Más leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As you’d expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds great—sure, the dynamic range scores low, but it’s exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. It’s well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like “Leech,” partly because No/Más excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peace—the compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.

    No/Más hasn’t redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter I’ve quite enjoyed. While I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing No/Más live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I can’t wait for what comes next. No más? No. Más.

    Rating: Very Good!
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Redefining Darkness Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhumed #FullOfHell #Grindcore #JungleRot #Mar26 #Nails #NapalmDeath #NoPeace #NoMas #NoMas #OxygenDestroyer #ProPain #RedefiningDarknessRecords #Review #Reviews #Sepultura
  19. No/Más – No Peace Review By Grin Reaper

    DC deathgrind ensemble No/Más formed almost a decade ago, pumping out a split, two EPs, and a full-length between 2017 and 2022. Four years later, No/Más assails 2026 from the jump, touring with Exhumed and Oxygen Destroyer as well as crackin’ skulls with their sophomore effort, No Peace. Stylistically similar to their debut Consume/Deny/Repent, No Peace offers listeners twenty-two minutes of throat-punching, toe-stomping aural hooliganism that’s as charming as it is confrontational. Does No/Más’ boisterous, acerbic approach leave listeners with a tolerance for their hijinks, or will they leave No Peace thinking, ‘no thanks?’

    While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/Más firmly institutes their identity. The change isn’t drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/Más balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hell’s caustic bite, Napalm Death’s thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rot’s warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones aren’t enough, No/Más unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.

    No Peace by NO/MÁS

    No/Más’ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vasta’s bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (“Abolition,” “Cycle of Sacrifice”), wielding a thick, surly tone that’ll rabbit punch you into head-banging if you’re standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (“Abolition”) and dropping to half-time backbeats (“No Peace”) as songs demand. It’s not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/Más injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkus’ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (“Act of Killing,” “Spineless”), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (“Leech”) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/Más fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.

    With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/Más leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As you’d expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds great—sure, the dynamic range scores low, but it’s exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. It’s well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like “Leech,” partly because No/Más excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peace—the compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.

    No/Más hasn’t redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter I’ve quite enjoyed. While I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing No/Más live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I can’t wait for what comes next. No más? No. Más.

    Rating: Very Good!
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Redefining Darkness Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhumed #FullOfHell #Grindcore #JungleRot #Mar26 #Nails #NapalmDeath #NoPeace #NoMas #NoMas #OxygenDestroyer #ProPain #RedefiningDarknessRecords #Review #Reviews #Sepultura
  20. No/Más – No Peace Review By Grin Reaper

    DC deathgrind ensemble No/Más formed almost a decade ago, pumping out a split, two EPs, and a full-length between 2017 and 2022. Four years later, No/Más assails 2026 from the jump, touring with Exhumed and Oxygen Destroyer as well as crackin’ skulls with their sophomore effort, No Peace. Stylistically similar to their debut Consume/Deny/Repent, No Peace offers listeners twenty-two minutes of throat-punching, toe-stomping aural hooliganism that’s as charming as it is confrontational. Does No/Más’ boisterous, acerbic approach leave listeners with a tolerance for their hijinks, or will they leave No Peace thinking, ‘no thanks?’

    While No Peace manifests many upgrades from their (admittedly good) debut, the biggest win might be that No/Más firmly institutes their identity. The change isn’t drastic, and No Peace is a natural progression from Consume/Deny/Repent, but the sophisticated onslaught supplied on this sophomore sweep oozes with sneering confidence. Following in the footsteps of Nails, No/Más balances grindcore, death metal, and hardcore/crust tendencies with playful intelligence, weaving together Full of Hell’s caustic bite, Napalm Death’s thuggish simplicity, and Jungle Rot’s warped melodicism into a densely packed third of an hour. And if those touchstones aren’t enough, No/Más unleashes Sepultura-informed grooves and a slow leak of Pro-Pain into their secret sauce. Not to fret, though, because despite all the influences, No Peace presents as a unified vision, and one that will rouse languid listeners into a frothing fancy.

    No Peace by NO/MÁS

    No/Más’ instrumentation on No Peace sets a high bar with energetic performances, snapping necks with whiplash-inducing riffs and a license to thrill. Joe Vasta’s bass bounces and chugs with in-your-face rumbles throughout No Peace (“Abolition,” “Cycle of Sacrifice”), wielding a thick, surly tone that’ll rabbit punch you into head-banging if you’re standing still. Drummer Henry Everitt wallops the skins hard enough to rattle your ear bones, battering with furious fills (“Abolition”) and dropping to half-time backbeats (“No Peace”) as songs demand. It’s not all about the beatdowns, though, as No/Más injects a welcome helping of melody into No Peace. John Letzkus’ guitar slices through the faff to drench the album in a satisfyingly saturated buzz (“Act of Killing,” “Spineless”), though he also takes the reins and dazzles with efficient, arpeggiated leads (“Leech”) that I wish appeared more. Vocalist Roger Rivadeneira rounds out the quartet, shouting, growling, and screeching in a varied attack that demonstrates a willingness to experiment that was largely absent from Consume/Deny/Repent. In total, No/Más fires on all cylinders throughout No Peace, and never gives you a moment to come up for air.

    With only twenty-two minutes on tap, No/Más leaves no room for inessential slop. And besides the half-minute intro flush with wall-of-sound static and indistinct yelling, they wildly succeed. As you’d expect from any decent grindy endeavor, no song pushes past its distilled essence, staying just long enough to rip and bludgeon before getting the fuck out of the way for the next track to exact its toll. No song eclipses the three-minute mark, and each exudes a rabid savagery that seethes with conviction. Additionally, No Peace sounds great—sure, the dynamic range scores low, but it’s exactly how this brand of overstimulating ass-kicking should sound. It’s well-mixed, abrasive, and highlights the rhythm section without sacrificing the sparse six-string fortitude. I wish there were a few more songs like “Leech,” partly because No/Más excels with the tunefulness, but also because I think it would address the biggest opportunity with No Peace—the compact composition allows little room for songs to establish unique flavors, leaving them to sometimes blur together. In the end, though, this is only a minor quibble, and there are many great moments to appreciate.

    No/Más hasn’t redefined the DNA of deathgrind with No Peace, but they have contributed a worthy addition to its annals. Corrosive, pummeling bangers streamlined with minimal frills sum up to a blistering platter I’ve quite enjoyed. While I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing No/Más live, this crew boasts the hallmarks of a band that whips a crowd into a frenzy and ends with a broken bone or missing tooth. With twelve tracks running so lean, No Peace is helplessly easy to spin again and again. If they keep pumping out tunes this good, I can’t wait for what comes next. No más? No. Más.

    Rating: Very Good!
    DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
    Label: Redefining Darkness Records
    Websites: Bandcamp | Facebook
    Releases Worldwide: March 13th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #Exhumed #FullOfHell #Grindcore #JungleRot #Mar26 #Nails #NapalmDeath #NoPeace #NoMas #NoMas #OxygenDestroyer #ProPain #RedefiningDarknessRecords #Review #Reviews #Sepultura
  21. Atmospheric #DeathGrind from Helsinki, FI.
    This is a debut album, although the band members aren't new to the game, they got some two dozen ex & current bands between them.

    And they've changed the band logo, from the "unreadable black metal style" that adorned the previous singles, to a decently readable "DGS" in some gothic lettering. So, fingers crossed a lot of David Shankle fans will buy this when it comes out 😆

    greatdanerecords.bandcamp.com/

  22. Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review By Saunders

    Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

    Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

    Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

    Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

    Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.

    

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
    Label: Relapse Records
    Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
    Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #Carcass #CastleFreak #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #DeedsOfFlesh #DyingFetus #EndReign #Exhumed #GoreMetal #MammothGrinder #RedAsphalt #RelapseRecords #Review #Reviews
  23. Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review By Saunders

    Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

    Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

    Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

    Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

    Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.

    

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
    Label: Relapse Records
    Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
    Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #Carcass #CastleFreak #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #DeedsOfFlesh #DyingFetus #EndReign #Exhumed #GoreMetal #MammothGrinder #RedAsphalt #RelapseRecords #Review #Reviews
  24. Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review By Saunders

    Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

    Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

    Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

    Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

    Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.

    

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
    Label: Relapse Records
    Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
    Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #Carcass #CastleFreak #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #DeedsOfFlesh #DyingFetus #EndReign #Exhumed #GoreMetal #MammothGrinder #RedAsphalt #RelapseRecords #Review #Reviews
  25. Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review By Saunders

    Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak, Mammoth Grinder, End Reign). Red Asphalt marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead, a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory?

    Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror, and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt finds Exhumed subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.

    Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and Heartwork-inspired melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.

    Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.

    Red Asphalt stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-inspired torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.

    

    Rating: 3.5/5.0
    DR: N/A | Format Reviewed: Stinking stream
    Label: Relapse Records
    Websites: exhumed.bandcamp.com | facebook.com/exhumedofficial
    Releases Worldwide: February 20th, 2026

    #2026 #35 #AmericanMetal #Carcass #CastleFreak #DeathMetal #Deathgrind #DeedsOfFlesh #DyingFetus #EndReign #Exhumed #GoreMetal #MammothGrinder #RedAsphalt #RelapseRecords #Review #Reviews
  26. @jake4480 @flockofnazguls @guffo @c0m4 @vanessawynn @brian @HailsandAles I guess I should graciously pay homage to some regional heroes too, now that I live in Portugal.

    This is more or less Portugals NASUM... doesn't get much better than this!
    This record in particular is not as "raw" in production, much like Helvete-era Nasum it has a tinge of the ranges of extreme metal...but it's some potent grindcore, that's for sure.

    https://besta.bandcamp.com/album/eterno-rancor

    #BESTA #Portugal #Grindcore #Deathgrind
  27. Wanted to make a list of my favorite EPs from 2025- narrowed it down to a top 10, from over 200 I'd liked and documented this year. The list contains multiple genres & I've written a brief blurb about each. Most of these I've talked about here this year. Might be something here for everyone!

    Mood Bored - Too Much? (shoegaze/alt rock from the Netherlands with great female vocals - Breeders, Pixies, that dog, Throwing Muses vibes)
    moodboredband.bandcamp.com/alb

    Top Dollar - Objects of Misfortune (well produced, tight hardcore punk from New York- Jerry's Kids meets Floorpunch, or MDC, even - killer drums)
    11pmrecords.bandcamp.com/album

    Sectarian Defacement - Chaotic Demiurge (tight, catchy brutal deathgrind from Kyiv, Ukraine)
    sectariandefacement.bandcamp.c

    Trompeta - Fastfood (bizarre, synthy, Krautrock-tinged, spacey, surreal, Throbbing Gristle-esque electronica with sparse vocals, from Benicarló, Spain)
    trompetatrompeta.bandcamp.com/

    Spy - Seen Enough (ripping, raw, rough, unforgettable California punk - loud, feedbacky, intense)
    spyhc.bandcamp.com/album/seen-

    Bullfinch - Louse (riffy, catchy, groovy unique sludge from Glasgow)
    bullfinchsludge.bandcamp.com/a

    Putrid Requiem - Engulfed in Rot... You Lay (cavernous, crusty, grody debut from Saint Petersburg, Russia band- maybe my #1 favorite metal EP of 2025)
    putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/alb

    Dripped - Utopia of Euphoric Envisionment (brutal death from Perth, Australia- Dripped had one of my favorite LPs in 2023, and are one of my favorite metal bands - so consistent) dripped.bandcamp.com/album/uto

    Cytophagia - Spewed from Festering Sludge (3 brief songs of great riffy, dynamic goregrind from Slovakia)
    calvos73records.bandcamp.com/a

    Brain Matter - Divine Opulence (dynamic, ripping, chugging death with some doom from Fort Worth, Texas, via Iron Corpse)
    ironfortressrecords.bandcamp.c

    #punk #metal #electronica #shoegaze #DeathMetal #HardcorePunk #PunkRock #AltRock #sludge #goregrind #BrutalDeath #BrutalDeathMetal #2025Albums #2025Records #deathgrind @brian @HailsandAles @rtw @vanessawynn @swampgas @irafcummings @jeffrey @derthomas @hl @Kitty @umrk @poetaster

  28. Wanted to make a list of my favorite EPs from 2025- narrowed it down to a top 10, from over 200 I'd liked and documented this year. The list contains multiple genres & I've written a brief blurb about each. Most of these I've talked about here this year. Might be something here for everyone!

    Mood Bored - Too Much? (shoegaze/alt rock from the Netherlands with great female vocals - Breeders, Pixies, that dog, Throwing Muses vibes)
    moodboredband.bandcamp.com/alb

    Top Dollar - Objects of Misfortune (well produced, tight hardcore punk from New York- Jerry's Kids meets Floorpunch, or MDC, even - killer drums)
    11pmrecords.bandcamp.com/album

    Sectarian Defacement - Chaotic Demiurge (tight, catchy brutal deathgrind from Kyiv, Ukraine)
    sectariandefacement.bandcamp.c

    Trompeta - Fastfood (bizarre, synthy, Krautrock-tinged, spacey, surreal, Throbbing Gristle-esque electronica with sparse vocals, from Benicarló, Spain)
    trompetatrompeta.bandcamp.com/

    Spy - Seen Enough (ripping, raw, rough, unforgettable California punk - loud, feedbacky, intense)
    spyhc.bandcamp.com/album/seen-

    Bullfinch - Louse (riffy, catchy, groovy unique sludge from Glasgow)
    bullfinchsludge.bandcamp.com/a

    Putrid Requiem - Engulfed in Rot... You Lay (cavernous, crusty, grody debut from Saint Petersburg, Russia band- maybe my #1 favorite metal EP of 2025)
    putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/alb

    Dripped - Utopia of Euphoric Envisionment (brutal death from Perth, Australia- Dripped had one of my favorite LPs in 2023, and are one of my favorite metal bands - so consistent) dripped.bandcamp.com/album/uto

    Cytophagia - Spewed from Festering Sludge (3 brief songs of great riffy, dynamic goregrind from Slovakia)
    calvos73records.bandcamp.com/a

    Brain Matter - Divine Opulence (dynamic, ripping, chugging death with some doom from Fort Worth, Texas, via Iron Corpse)
    ironfortressrecords.bandcamp.c

    #punk #metal #electronica #shoegaze #DeathMetal #HardcorePunk #PunkRock #AltRock #sludge #goregrind #BrutalDeath #BrutalDeathMetal #2025Albums #2025Records #deathgrind @brian @HailsandAles @rtw @vanessawynn @swampgas @irafcummings @jeffrey @derthomas @hl @Kitty @umrk @poetaster

  29. Wanted to make a list of my favorite EPs from 2025- narrowed it down to a top 10, from over 200 I'd liked and documented this year. The list contains multiple genres & I've written a brief blurb about each. Most of these I've talked about here this year. Might be something here for everyone!

    Mood Bored - Too Much? (shoegaze/alt rock from the Netherlands with great female vocals - Breeders, Pixies, that dog, Throwing Muses vibes)
    moodboredband.bandcamp.com/alb

    Top Dollar - Objects of Misfortune (well produced, tight hardcore punk from New York- Jerry's Kids meets Floorpunch, or MDC, even - killer drums)
    11pmrecords.bandcamp.com/album

    Sectarian Defacement - Chaotic Demiurge (tight, catchy brutal deathgrind from Kyiv, Ukraine)
    sectariandefacement.bandcamp.c

    Trompeta - Fastfood (bizarre, synthy, Krautrock-tinged, spacey, surreal, Throbbing Gristle-esque electronica with sparse vocals, from Benicarló, Spain)
    trompetatrompeta.bandcamp.com/

    Spy - Seen Enough (ripping, raw, rough, unforgettable California punk - loud, feedbacky, intense)
    spyhc.bandcamp.com/album/seen-

    Bullfinch - Louse (riffy, catchy, groovy unique sludge from Glasgow)
    bullfinchsludge.bandcamp.com/a

    Putrid Requiem - Engulfed in Rot... You Lay (cavernous, crusty, grody debut from Saint Petersburg, Russia band- maybe my #1 favorite metal EP of 2025)
    putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/alb

    Dripped - Utopia of Euphoric Envisionment (brutal death from Perth, Australia- Dripped had one of my favorite LPs in 2023, and are one of my favorite metal bands - so consistent) dripped.bandcamp.com/album/uto

    Cytophagia - Spewed from Festering Sludge (3 brief songs of great riffy, dynamic goregrind from Slovakia)
    calvos73records.bandcamp.com/a

    Brain Matter - Divine Opulence (dynamic, ripping, chugging death with some doom from Fort Worth, Texas, via Iron Corpse)
    ironfortressrecords.bandcamp.c

    #punk #metal #electronica #shoegaze #DeathMetal #HardcorePunk #PunkRock #AltRock #sludge #goregrind #BrutalDeath #BrutalDeathMetal #2025Albums #2025Records #deathgrind @brian @HailsandAles @rtw @vanessawynn @swampgas @irafcummings @jeffrey @derthomas @hl @Kitty @umrk @poetaster

  30. Wanted to make a list of my favorite EPs from 2025- narrowed it down to a top 10, from over 200 I'd liked and documented this year. The list contains multiple genres & I've written a brief blurb about each. Most of these I've talked about here this year. Might be something here for everyone!

    Mood Bored - Too Much? (shoegaze/alt rock from the Netherlands with great female vocals - Breeders, Pixies, that dog, Throwing Muses vibes)
    moodboredband.bandcamp.com/alb

    Top Dollar - Objects of Misfortune (well produced, tight hardcore punk from New York- Jerry's Kids meets Floorpunch, or MDC, even - killer drums)
    11pmrecords.bandcamp.com/album

    Sectarian Defacement - Chaotic Demiurge (tight, catchy brutal deathgrind from Kyiv, Ukraine)
    sectariandefacement.bandcamp.c

    Trompeta - Fastfood (bizarre, synthy, Krautrock-tinged, spacey, surreal, Throbbing Gristle-esque electronica with sparse vocals, from Benicarló, Spain)
    trompetatrompeta.bandcamp.com/

    Spy - Seen Enough (ripping, raw, rough, unforgettable California punk - loud, feedbacky, intense)
    spyhc.bandcamp.com/album/seen-

    Bullfinch - Louse (riffy, catchy, groovy unique sludge from Glasgow)
    bullfinchsludge.bandcamp.com/a

    Putrid Requiem - Engulfed in Rot... You Lay (cavernous, crusty, grody debut from Saint Petersburg, Russia band- maybe my #1 favorite metal EP of 2025)
    putridrequiem.bandcamp.com/alb

    Dripped - Utopia of Euphoric Envisionment (brutal death from Perth, Australia- Dripped had one of my favorite LPs in 2023, and are one of my favorite metal bands - so consistent) dripped.bandcamp.com/album/uto

    Cytophagia - Spewed from Festering Sludge (3 brief songs of great riffy, dynamic goregrind from Slovakia)
    calvos73records.bandcamp.com/a

    Brain Matter - Divine Opulence (dynamic, ripping, chugging death with some doom from Fort Worth, Texas, via Iron Corpse)
    ironfortressrecords.bandcamp.c

    #punk #metal #electronica #shoegaze #DeathMetal #HardcorePunk #PunkRock #AltRock #sludge #goregrind #BrutalDeath #BrutalDeathMetal #2025Albums #2025Records #deathgrind @brian @HailsandAles @rtw @vanessawynn @swampgas @irafcummings @jeffrey @derthomas @hl @Kitty @umrk @poetaster

  31. Picked this one first from #FletchsFridayReleases. It's pretty old school (except for "Dying in the City (of the Living Dead)"), with high energy, shredding guitars, and drums that make you want to mosh.

    Ghoulhouse – Realm of Ghouls
    album.link/d/848331012

    #Music #Metal #DeathMetal #DeathGrind
    #t4sMusic