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Cranial Osteotomy – Vortex of the Dark Knowledge Review

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They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

They say you’re a different person every seven years. That’s how long it takes for every cell in your body to slowly get replaced by a new batch, rendering you a new fellow, hopefully wiser and better than the one you were before. By such metrics, Cranial Osteotomy are a new band twice over, emerging from the mountains of Russia with their second offering, Vortex of the Dark Knowledge, a whopping fifteen years after their debut. Brutal death has had a lot of growth in those years, where the slams got hammier, the jams got whammier, and the sanity of listeners everywhere grew more defeated. Have the last fifteen years given Cranial Osteotomy the knowledge they need to compete?

Vortex of the Dark Knowledge comes with a sound that sounds modernized, for better and worse.1 Vocalist/guitarist Vlad carries a moist, guttural register between Devourment and Symphobia, and manages to make his syllables serve the riffs instead of vomiting mindlessly over the tracks. Drummer Vlad Melnik has a good flair for triplet and quintuplet-heavy fills, using a more jazzy, perpetually changing approach to rhythm making, especially with his snare, not relying on sixteenth-note straightforward monotony. Bassist Vitaly Sturk, while never quite showcased beyond a few all-too-brief fills, is given enough room in the cramped mix to bolster the collection of grooves and slams present. Despite a fairly brickwalled master, there’s been enough care put into the mix to ensure it sounds somewhat thick and chunky to justify the writing style, with a decent amount of articulation being given to the drum kit.

At their peak, Cranial Osteotomy know how to fling some absolutely savage snapshots of brutality. “Structures of Decadence2 Impurity” features the stankiest snare-to-rimshot accent before dropping into a halftime slam while Vlad changes his beats with the creativity of Gigan. Riff structures yeet the listener hither and dither, using Decrepit Birth’s …And Time Begins approach to stitching the moments together, but actual measures feature a Putridity meets Visceral Disgorge styling. “Obscenity Aeon” channels vintage Suffocation through staccato-laced chugs, while “Dripping into Sombre3 Quagmire” toys with arpeggio leads which consistently descend into Abysmal Dawn-styled chugs. Multiple cuts come with a mean slam or foul bop of a beat, always metamorphizing into the next brief idea.

The problem is these highs are so disassociated that it renders Vortex of the Dark Knowledge a collection of dope moments, but not of dope songs. The compositional approach Cranial Osteotomy have taken is dizzying, disjointed, and high-octane, but so rooted in the art of the transition that remembering a whole track is a difficult task. I can recall the slow-mo slam opening up “Vortex of the Dark Knowledge”, the time signature changes littering “Cathedral Butchery Feast”, and a litany of other bits, but if you aren’t following the track list actively, you wouldn’t know you’re in certain songs until those highlights arrive. Song changes are so rapid as to be nonexistent, with only the requisite fadeout closing “Scorched Diadem” a clear signal the album has concluded. This outro is another highlight, with the drums continuing to dig more and more pockets into the menacing riff as it carries us to the finish line. It’s also another point of regret, as that outro is the only part of the song I can remember existing. Vortex of the Dark Knowledge is curiously backloaded, which, while not an issue unto itself, exacerbates the overall blurry nature of the album, as early cuts rush by without much in the way of real identity. While featuring a glut of moments to make listeners clutch the air and bench-press their couch, there are no songs that demand being replayed for their beginning-to-end sense of quality in composition.

Credit where it’s due, our Russian lads have indeed emerged from the ether sporting some real growth in their Dark Knowledge. Nevertheless, their struggles with putting together memorable songs over memorable snapshots cannot be denied. If this upward trajectory continues, we will all meet back here when I’m in my late 40s to be subjected to a real taint-kicker of a release. Until then, give it a listen, harvest your choice of cuts for some gym playlists, and then join those who have already chosen the path of brutality in seeking true enlightenment elsewhere.

Rating: 2.5/5.0
DR: 5 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Website: Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 10th, 2026

Symphobia – Hideously Traumatic Review

By Alekhines Gun

Another day, another fresh debut by a slab of young hopefuls. Today’s offering comes by way of Indonesia in the form of trio Symphobia, dropping their first LP Hideously Traumatic after a sole self-titled demo the year before. At a concise two songs and sporting some charmingly ghoulish artwork, that demo was a vile little slab of promising violence, which leaned more into the modern slam trappings of Submerged than the usual brutal death proper Indonesia is known for. No member turnover and a short gap between releases imply a band with a musical vision and an eagerness to slot themselves into the next generation of woe-bringers; do they offer enough to get you back to therapy?

Symphobia have crafted a monument to brutal death of all varieties and walks of life. Trimming down the more overt slam clichés in the production of their demo (particularly the outlandish ping-pong snare) allows for a more matured1 take, walking a tightrope between solid deathly compositions and neanderthalic bludgeoning. Vocalist Jossi Bima does a dead ringer of an Angel Ochoa impression, but a talent for vocal phrasing (and vocal silence) means he actually adds to the percussive oomph of the riffs. (“Scattered”, “Convulsively”) Humam Aliy is a beast on the drums, working a limited set of ingredients into a well-concocted aural meal, with excellently placed sixteenth-note fills and masterfully selected double bass to give the illusion of dynamics and pacing even as the whole of the album never really lets up. The bass2 consistently makes itself felt with shreddage and twangy highlights, adding girth to an absolute smorgasbord of riffs.

Much like waves add texture to an otherwise flat and bland ocean, Hideously Truamatic offers a sense of the nuanced differences in brutal death strains of DNA to add personality to what threatens to be an overly homogenous listen. Do you like Misery Index? “Convulsively” has you covered. Do you think War of Attrition is the best Dying Fetus album?3 “Heinous” sports a riff worthy of a lost B-side from that era. The fingerprints of Pathology, Suffocation, Internal Bleeding, modern Pyrexia, and Cephalotripsy permeate the album, with the glue from highlight to highlight running through the eternal assault of …And Time Begins era Decrepit Birth. While Symphobia begin in familiar form, each time you think you’ve heard the best the album has to offer, the next song manages to come out swinging with a steel chair to top whatever offensive groove or thunderous breakdown came before it. Dodik Bhre offers up one riff-craft lesson after another, with a surprising emphasis on the occasional trebly runs instead of all-bass-all-bottom-end tropes. Songs like “Scattered” and “Abominable” stretch beyond the typical haze of blast beats and powerchord abuse, touching on the most straightforward moments of Defeated Sanity while lurching into a Disgorge-ian sense of mercilessness.

The only negative on such a balls-out assault of this caliber is a common one: the shadow of ones peers. Symphobia have grasped the ingredients of what makes all these other bands great, and distilled their essence into a blender of an album where the listener is tossed in to get slapped in the face with one meaty chunk after another. However, Hideously Traumatic comes across as a highlight reel of various stylings without forming into a cohesive identity for the band themselves. This is a love letter to the foulest and most pit-inducing of aural violence, and the letter is written in excellent handwriting and high-quality paper. I believe the best is yet to come, however, and if they can master the art of wielding their influences into a distinct final offering rather than being a mega-high grade tribute band, they will be ready to drop a slab of carnage to stand alongside the Brodiquins and Devourments of the world.

Just when I thought I was done with brutal death for a bit, Symphobia came out of nowhere with hammers and chainsaws to take my already abused ears to even more dire straits. Indonesia can be proud of its newest offspring, which continues to solidify the country’s reputation for a flourishing scene. That Hideously Traumatic reminds greatly of genre giants is hardly the worst flaw in the world. For now, seekers of euphoria-inducing savagery should find a high worthy of their time, with some truly traumatic moments indeed.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: Official Facebook | Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Brodiquin #BrutalDeathMetal #Cephalotripsy #ComatoseRecords #DecrepitBirth #DefeatedSanity #Devourment #Disgorge #DyingFetus #HideouslyTraumatic #IndonesianMetal #InternalBleeding #Jul25 #MiseryIndex #Pathology #Pyrexia #Review #Reviews #Submerged #Suffocation #Symphobia

Symphobia – Hideously Traumatic Review

By Alekhines Gun

Another day, another fresh debut by a slab of young hopefuls. Today’s offering comes by way of Indonesia in the form of trio Symphobia, dropping their first LP Hideously Traumatic after a sole self-titled demo the year before. At a concise two songs and sporting some charmingly ghoulish artwork, that demo was a vile little slab of promising violence, which leaned more into the modern slam trappings of Submerged than the usual brutal death proper Indonesia is known for. No member turnover and a short gap between releases imply a band with a musical vision and an eagerness to slot themselves into the next generation of woe-bringers; do they offer enough to get you back to therapy?

Symphobia have crafted a monument to brutal death of all varieties and walks of life. Trimming down the more overt slam clichés in the production of their demo (particularly the outlandish ping-pong snare) allows for a more matured1 take, walking a tightrope between solid deathly compositions and neanderthalic bludgeoning. Vocalist Jossi Bima does a dead ringer of an Angel Ochoa impression, but a talent for vocal phrasing (and vocal silence) means he actually adds to the percussive oomph of the riffs. (“Scattered”, “Convulsively”) Humam Aliy is a beast on the drums, working a limited set of ingredients into a well-concocted aural meal, with excellently placed sixteenth-note fills and masterfully selected double bass to give the illusion of dynamics and pacing even as the whole of the album never really lets up. The bass2 consistently makes itself felt with shreddage and twangy highlights, adding girth to an absolute smorgasbord of riffs.

Much like waves add texture to an otherwise flat and bland ocean, Hideously Truamatic offers a sense of the nuanced differences in brutal death strains of DNA to add personality to what threatens to be an overly homogenous listen. Do you like Misery Index? “Convulsively” has you covered. Do you think War of Attrition is the best Dying Fetus album?3 “Heinous” sports a riff worthy of a lost B-side from that era. The fingerprints of Pathology, Suffocation, Internal Bleeding, modern Pyrexia, and Cephalotripsy permeate the album, with the glue from highlight to highlight running through the eternal assault of …And Time Begins era Decrepit Birth. While Symphobia begin in familiar form, each time you think you’ve heard the best the album has to offer, the next song manages to come out swinging with a steel chair to top whatever offensive groove or thunderous breakdown came before it. Dodik Bhre offers up one riff-craft lesson after another, with a surprising emphasis on the occasional trebly runs instead of all-bass-all-bottom-end tropes. Songs like “Scattered” and “Abominable” stretch beyond the typical haze of blast beats and powerchord abuse, touching on the most straightforward moments of Defeated Sanity while lurching into a Disgorge-ian sense of mercilessness.

The only negative on such a balls-out assault of this caliber is a common one: the shadow of ones peers. Symphobia have grasped the ingredients of what makes all these other bands great, and distilled their essence into a blender of an album where the listener is tossed in to get slapped in the face with one meaty chunk after another. However, Hideously Traumatic comes across as a highlight reel of various stylings without forming into a cohesive identity for the band themselves. This is a love letter to the foulest and most pit-inducing of aural violence, and the letter is written in excellent handwriting and high-quality paper. I believe the best is yet to come, however, and if they can master the art of wielding their influences into a distinct final offering rather than being a mega-high grade tribute band, they will be ready to drop a slab of carnage to stand alongside the Brodiquins and Devourments of the world.

Just when I thought I was done with brutal death for a bit, Symphobia came out of nowhere with hammers and chainsaws to take my already abused ears to even more dire straits. Indonesia can be proud of its newest offspring, which continues to solidify the country’s reputation for a flourishing scene. That Hideously Traumatic reminds greatly of genre giants is hardly the worst flaw in the world. For now, seekers of euphoria-inducing savagery should find a high worthy of their time, with some truly traumatic moments indeed.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: Official Facebook | Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Brodiquin #BrutalDeathMetal #Cephalotripsy #ComatoseRecords #DecrepitBirth #DefeatedSanity #Devourment #Disgorge #DyingFetus #HideouslyTraumatic #IndonesianMetal #InternalBleeding #Jul25 #MiseryIndex #Pathology #Pyrexia #Review #Reviews #Submerged #Suffocation #Symphobia

Symphobia – Hideously Traumatic Review

By Alekhines Gun

Another day, another fresh debut by a slab of young hopefuls. Today’s offering comes by way of Indonesia in the form of trio Symphobia, dropping their first LP Hideously Traumatic after a sole self-titled demo the year before. At a concise two songs and sporting some charmingly ghoulish artwork, that demo was a vile little slab of promising violence, which leaned more into the modern slam trappings of Submerged than the usual brutal death proper Indonesia is known for. No member turnover and a short gap between releases imply a band with a musical vision and an eagerness to slot themselves into the next generation of woe-bringers; do they offer enough to get you back to therapy?

Symphobia have crafted a monument to brutal death of all varieties and walks of life. Trimming down the more overt slam clichés in the production of their demo (particularly the outlandish ping-pong snare) allows for a more matured1 take, walking a tightrope between solid deathly compositions and neanderthalic bludgeoning. Vocalist Jossi Bima does a dead ringer of an Angel Ochoa impression, but a talent for vocal phrasing (and vocal silence) means he actually adds to the percussive oomph of the riffs. (“Scattered”, “Convulsively”) Humam Aliy is a beast on the drums, working a limited set of ingredients into a well-concocted aural meal, with excellently placed sixteenth-note fills and masterfully selected double bass to give the illusion of dynamics and pacing even as the whole of the album never really lets up. The bass2 consistently makes itself felt with shreddage and twangy highlights, adding girth to an absolute smorgasbord of riffs.

Much like waves add texture to an otherwise flat and bland ocean, Hideously Truamatic offers a sense of the nuanced differences in brutal death strains of DNA to add personality to what threatens to be an overly homogenous listen. Do you like Misery Index? “Convulsively” has you covered. Do you think War of Attrition is the best Dying Fetus album?3 “Heinous” sports a riff worthy of a lost B-side from that era. The fingerprints of Pathology, Suffocation, Internal Bleeding, modern Pyrexia, and Cephalotripsy permeate the album, with the glue from highlight to highlight running through the eternal assault of …And Time Begins era Decrepit Birth. While Symphobia begin in familiar form, each time you think you’ve heard the best the album has to offer, the next song manages to come out swinging with a steel chair to top whatever offensive groove or thunderous breakdown came before it. Dodik Bhre offers up one riff-craft lesson after another, with a surprising emphasis on the occasional trebly runs instead of all-bass-all-bottom-end tropes. Songs like “Scattered” and “Abominable” stretch beyond the typical haze of blast beats and powerchord abuse, touching on the most straightforward moments of Defeated Sanity while lurching into a Disgorge-ian sense of mercilessness.

The only negative on such a balls-out assault of this caliber is a common one: the shadow of ones peers. Symphobia have grasped the ingredients of what makes all these other bands great, and distilled their essence into a blender of an album where the listener is tossed in to get slapped in the face with one meaty chunk after another. However, Hideously Traumatic comes across as a highlight reel of various stylings without forming into a cohesive identity for the band themselves. This is a love letter to the foulest and most pit-inducing of aural violence, and the letter is written in excellent handwriting and high-quality paper. I believe the best is yet to come, however, and if they can master the art of wielding their influences into a distinct final offering rather than being a mega-high grade tribute band, they will be ready to drop a slab of carnage to stand alongside the Brodiquins and Devourments of the world.

Just when I thought I was done with brutal death for a bit, Symphobia came out of nowhere with hammers and chainsaws to take my already abused ears to even more dire straits. Indonesia can be proud of its newest offspring, which continues to solidify the country’s reputation for a flourishing scene. That Hideously Traumatic reminds greatly of genre giants is hardly the worst flaw in the world. For now, seekers of euphoria-inducing savagery should find a high worthy of their time, with some truly traumatic moments indeed.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: Official Facebook | Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

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Symphobia – Hideously Traumatic Review

By Alekhines Gun

Another day, another fresh debut by a slab of young hopefuls. Today’s offering comes by way of Indonesia in the form of trio Symphobia, dropping their first LP Hideously Traumatic after a sole self-titled demo the year before. At a concise two songs and sporting some charmingly ghoulish artwork, that demo was a vile little slab of promising violence, which leaned more into the modern slam trappings of Submerged than the usual brutal death proper Indonesia is known for. No member turnover and a short gap between releases imply a band with a musical vision and an eagerness to slot themselves into the next generation of woe-bringers; do they offer enough to get you back to therapy?

Symphobia have crafted a monument to brutal death of all varieties and walks of life. Trimming down the more overt slam clichés in the production of their demo (particularly the outlandish ping-pong snare) allows for a more matured1 take, walking a tightrope between solid deathly compositions and neanderthalic bludgeoning. Vocalist Jossi Bima does a dead ringer of an Angel Ochoa impression, but a talent for vocal phrasing (and vocal silence) means he actually adds to the percussive oomph of the riffs. (“Scattered”, “Convulsively”) Humam Aliy is a beast on the drums, working a limited set of ingredients into a well-concocted aural meal, with excellently placed sixteenth-note fills and masterfully selected double bass to give the illusion of dynamics and pacing even as the whole of the album never really lets up. The bass2 consistently makes itself felt with shreddage and twangy highlights, adding girth to an absolute smorgasbord of riffs.

Much like waves add texture to an otherwise flat and bland ocean, Hideously Truamatic offers a sense of the nuanced differences in brutal death strains of DNA to add personality to what threatens to be an overly homogenous listen. Do you like Misery Index? “Convulsively” has you covered. Do you think War of Attrition is the best Dying Fetus album?3 “Heinous” sports a riff worthy of a lost B-side from that era. The fingerprints of Pathology, Suffocation, Internal Bleeding, modern Pyrexia, and Cephalotripsy permeate the album, with the glue from highlight to highlight running through the eternal assault of …And Time Begins era Decrepit Birth. While Symphobia begin in familiar form, each time you think you’ve heard the best the album has to offer, the next song manages to come out swinging with a steel chair to top whatever offensive groove or thunderous breakdown came before it. Dodik Bhre offers up one riff-craft lesson after another, with a surprising emphasis on the occasional trebly runs instead of all-bass-all-bottom-end tropes. Songs like “Scattered” and “Abominable” stretch beyond the typical haze of blast beats and powerchord abuse, touching on the most straightforward moments of Defeated Sanity while lurching into a Disgorge-ian sense of mercilessness.

The only negative on such a balls-out assault of this caliber is a common one: the shadow of ones peers. Symphobia have grasped the ingredients of what makes all these other bands great, and distilled their essence into a blender of an album where the listener is tossed in to get slapped in the face with one meaty chunk after another. However, Hideously Traumatic comes across as a highlight reel of various stylings without forming into a cohesive identity for the band themselves. This is a love letter to the foulest and most pit-inducing of aural violence, and the letter is written in excellent handwriting and high-quality paper. I believe the best is yet to come, however, and if they can master the art of wielding their influences into a distinct final offering rather than being a mega-high grade tribute band, they will be ready to drop a slab of carnage to stand alongside the Brodiquins and Devourments of the world.

Just when I thought I was done with brutal death for a bit, Symphobia came out of nowhere with hammers and chainsaws to take my already abused ears to even more dire straits. Indonesia can be proud of its newest offspring, which continues to solidify the country’s reputation for a flourishing scene. That Hideously Traumatic reminds greatly of genre giants is hardly the worst flaw in the world. For now, seekers of euphoria-inducing savagery should find a high worthy of their time, with some truly traumatic moments indeed.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: Official Facebook | Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Brodiquin #BrutalDeathMetal #Cephalotripsy #ComatoseRecords #DecrepitBirth #DefeatedSanity #Devourment #Disgorge #DyingFetus #HideouslyTraumatic #IndonesianMetal #InternalBleeding #Jul25 #MiseryIndex #Pathology #Pyrexia #Review #Reviews #Submerged #Suffocation #Symphobia

Symphobia – Hideously Traumatic Review

By Alekhines Gun

Another day, another fresh debut by a slab of young hopefuls. Today’s offering comes by way of Indonesia in the form of trio Symphobia, dropping their first LP Hideously Traumatic after a sole self-titled demo the year before. At a concise two songs and sporting some charmingly ghoulish artwork, that demo was a vile little slab of promising violence, which leaned more into the modern slam trappings of Submerged than the usual brutal death proper Indonesia is known for. No member turnover and a short gap between releases imply a band with a musical vision and an eagerness to slot themselves into the next generation of woe-bringers; do they offer enough to get you back to therapy?

Symphobia have crafted a monument to brutal death of all varieties and walks of life. Trimming down the more overt slam clichés in the production of their demo (particularly the outlandish ping-pong snare) allows for a more matured1 take, walking a tightrope between solid deathly compositions and neanderthalic bludgeoning. Vocalist Jossi Bima does a dead ringer of an Angel Ochoa impression, but a talent for vocal phrasing (and vocal silence) means he actually adds to the percussive oomph of the riffs. (“Scattered”, “Convulsively”) Humam Aliy is a beast on the drums, working a limited set of ingredients into a well-concocted aural meal, with excellently placed sixteenth-note fills and masterfully selected double bass to give the illusion of dynamics and pacing even as the whole of the album never really lets up. The bass2 consistently makes itself felt with shreddage and twangy highlights, adding girth to an absolute smorgasbord of riffs.

Much like waves add texture to an otherwise flat and bland ocean, Hideously Truamatic offers a sense of the nuanced differences in brutal death strains of DNA to add personality to what threatens to be an overly homogenous listen. Do you like Misery Index? “Convulsively” has you covered. Do you think War of Attrition is the best Dying Fetus album?3 “Heinous” sports a riff worthy of a lost B-side from that era. The fingerprints of Pathology, Suffocation, Internal Bleeding, modern Pyrexia, and Cephalotripsy permeate the album, with the glue from highlight to highlight running through the eternal assault of …And Time Begins era Decrepit Birth. While Symphobia begin in familiar form, each time you think you’ve heard the best the album has to offer, the next song manages to come out swinging with a steel chair to top whatever offensive groove or thunderous breakdown came before it. Dodik Bhre offers up one riff-craft lesson after another, with a surprising emphasis on the occasional trebly runs instead of all-bass-all-bottom-end tropes. Songs like “Scattered” and “Abominable” stretch beyond the typical haze of blast beats and powerchord abuse, touching on the most straightforward moments of Defeated Sanity while lurching into a Disgorge-ian sense of mercilessness.

The only negative on such a balls-out assault of this caliber is a common one: the shadow of ones peers. Symphobia have grasped the ingredients of what makes all these other bands great, and distilled their essence into a blender of an album where the listener is tossed in to get slapped in the face with one meaty chunk after another. However, Hideously Traumatic comes across as a highlight reel of various stylings without forming into a cohesive identity for the band themselves. This is a love letter to the foulest and most pit-inducing of aural violence, and the letter is written in excellent handwriting and high-quality paper. I believe the best is yet to come, however, and if they can master the art of wielding their influences into a distinct final offering rather than being a mega-high grade tribute band, they will be ready to drop a slab of carnage to stand alongside the Brodiquins and Devourments of the world.

Just when I thought I was done with brutal death for a bit, Symphobia came out of nowhere with hammers and chainsaws to take my already abused ears to even more dire straits. Indonesia can be proud of its newest offspring, which continues to solidify the country’s reputation for a flourishing scene. That Hideously Traumatic reminds greatly of genre giants is hardly the worst flaw in the world. For now, seekers of euphoria-inducing savagery should find a high worthy of their time, with some truly traumatic moments indeed.

Rating: 3.0/5.0
DR: 6 | Format Reviewed: 320 kbps mp3
Label: Comatose Music
Websites: Official Facebook | Album Bandcamp
Releases Worldwide: July 11th, 2025

#2025 #30 #Brodiquin #BrutalDeathMetal #Cephalotripsy #ComatoseRecords #DecrepitBirth #DefeatedSanity #Devourment #Disgorge #DyingFetus #HideouslyTraumatic #IndonesianMetal #InternalBleeding #Jul25 #MiseryIndex #Pathology #Pyrexia #Review #Reviews #Submerged #Suffocation #Symphobia