Cryptic Void - Post-human Godhood - 7-INCH SINGLE [7 inch Vinyl Disc]

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Systematic Death need no introduction to fans of the classic Japanese hardcore mayhem that has erupted from that country since punk first found it's footing there in the 80's. Straight out of the gate, from their first self-released EP in 1984, through their next blistering EP's on legendary early Japanese hardcore labels Hold Up and Selfish Records, culminating in the ultra-classic InchFinal InsiderInch LP released in 1987, this band has set the standard for Japanese thrash ever since. This new brings 5 new classics. Unmatched in speed and intensity, and screaming with anger and hope, Systema Eleven shows SYTEMATIC DEATH still wreaking havoc, and forever a force to be reckoned with.

After some silence since their magnificent demo, Dead Void return from the depths to bestow a crushing debut album-Volatile Forms-upon the world. Drawing in on doomy, yet certainly not meek, atmospherics-the sheer monstrous tone of which will pin one to the wall-it is clear this is something unwieldy. Murmuring bass seeps through buzzing guitars in a manner that sounds profoundly unwelcoming, while the daunting vocals and crashing drums give no alleviation from the bludgeoning force. While the hostile and claustrophobic sounds of this record cannot be ignored, equally impactful are the grooves which hit like a hammer of pure malice when carefully spliced with the caverns of eerily contorting death metal. When the pounding drums break through the guitars, they have a real hard tone, while the seeping filth of the strings is not overshadowed. Clearly the three demos and spacing between them have allowed the band to develop into the best version of themselves, as on this debut album one hears a refined but unpolished and inhospitable cut of truly awesome music taking form.Moving forth, the hooks, the grooves, the expanses of doom and desolation, all conjure something inescapable and dread-tinged while the malignant hammering of pure old school violence is not lost or forgotten, as warped riffs and blast-beats meet gutturally-spewed vocals and occasional lead oddities. Contrasting often nuanced moments with an assault of bestial ferocity, there is no predictability or obvious pattern, rather a chaotic and honest approach to all of the songs. These tracks move in a lumbering fashion with organically composed structures while not feeling formulaic or running-in-circles with the same idea. Dead Void fantastically curate their most vile elements into a cohesive and ultimately expansive experience that takes the promise shown on the demos to unfathomable new heights. This is n