Brutal Death Metal

Sanguisugabogg – Homicidal Ecstasy Review

Sanguisugabogg – Homicidal Ecstasy Review

“I first discovered the deliciously wretched Sanguisugabogg, not on the pages of this blog, but thanks instead to The Algorithm ™. There I was, click-clacking away to the dulcet tones of death metal, when my ears perked up. What was this? Why, none other than the opener of the ‘Bogg’s first full-length album, Tortured Whole. I was immediately taken by their 2021 debut, and I spun that (very) bad boy many times, taken as I was by its grimy groove, brutal efficiency and the vast amounts of fun these low lives are clearly having as they squeal their way through such a pungent platter. Now here I sit, two years later, with their follow-up Homicidal Ecstasy grasped firmly in my muck-encrusted mockery of a hand.” Bogg standard.

Ominous Scriptures – Rituals of Mass Self-Ignition

Ominous Scriptures – Rituals of Mass Self-Ignition

“I don’t know what I’m doing here. I liked the title – I thought it sounded cool. Belarus is fun to say. You all know by now that I am not a brutal death kinda guy, so this will be a learning experience for everyone. Slams, crunchy riffs, sticky production, and a vocalist from hell combine for maximum vitriol, and I have never felt so bewildered in my life. How did we end up in track eight? We were just listening to track two. I’ve got my work cut out for me.” Death in effect.

Stabbing – Extirpated Mortal Process Review

Stabbing – Extirpated Mortal Process Review

“December falls upon us, each day the sump pumping less, but to my surprise, out flumped Extirpated Mortal Process, a glut of death metal excess. Alas, spit-roasted and splattered, tired and tattered, I no longer urge for any of this expired mess. You see, I tried Stabbing on a plane and Stabbing in a car. I tried Stabbing in my office and Stabbing while afar.” Better to shiv than receive.

Crypt Rot – An Ancient Summoning Review

Crypt Rot – An Ancient Summoning Review

“Not all bands have lofty goals—such is the case for many in the slam zone. At the very least, though, slam bands attempt to humor their audience with band and album names that snag the eyes and knot the gut in the slow-moving sump of the “bring the riff back but slower” crowd. I myself have gawked at such names like Goresoaked Collection Of Slam Killed Craniums or Indomitable Worldwide Slamdemic (Invirulent) this year hoping to get a hit of that sweet, sweet slam crank. Unfortunately, great names do not always deliver. And even more unfortunately, Crypt Rot has a name generated by two death metal naming dice.” One time, at Slam Camp…

Casket Robbery – Rituals of Death Review

Casket Robbery – Rituals of Death Review

“Why are we here on a site called “Angry Metal Guy” if we’re not game to bury pointed sticks in our amygdalas, set our limbic systems on fire and throw rocks at the sun like good old fashioned Neanderthals? It was for that frontal lobe-atomizing experience that I picked up Rituals of Death, the second full-length from Wisconsin’s own Casket Robbery. Combining a brutish name and fitting song titles with a growing desire to jump aboard the slam wagon, I was more than eager to dive head first into this record and get my casket well and truly robbed.” Casket cases.

AMG’s Unsigned Band Rodeö: Dawn of Creation – Self-Destructive Matters

AMG’s Unsigned Band Rodeö: Dawn of Creation – Self-Destructive Matters

“Back in the primordial days of this here blog, we attempted something called “AMG’s Unsigned Band Rodeö.” The basic idea was to select a bunch of unsigned bands and give them the collective review treatment to find the most worthy buried gems. It was our humble effort to remind folks that the metal underground is still an important part of the world of metal.” Welcome to Serbia.

Internal Organs External – The Brutality of Tomorrow Review

Internal Organs External – The Brutality of Tomorrow Review

“Live free, slam hard—that’s the motto for much of what modern slam throws down. It’s a simple art born of specific roots that’s lived through inbred breakdown after inbred breakdown. But I come back to it, and you, potential reader, probably do too if you’ve made it beyond a cursory glance at the genre tags to this article. So, let’s be honest, if you’re really a slam-addicted fiend, it doesn’t matter what the score below says. Knowing this, Internal Organs External—the one-man machine of Arizona’s own Vince Otero—does their absolute worst to snap your neck and numb your senses, aiming to be a 35 minute injection of dopamine for whatever mind or body-crushing activity you have queued up.” Slam fisted.

Awaken the Misogynist – Descended from Vast Dimensions Review

Awaken the Misogynist – Descended from Vast Dimensions Review

“But I don’t wanna Awaken the Misogynist. I like him right where he is: snoring on the couch, rolling over to rip off the odd fart now and then. It doesn’t seem like I have much choice at this point, though. I first started sniffing around this slam quintet’s debut album while trying to figure out what’s going on with that band name. It’s obviously a provocation of… some sort.” Taking you to Slam Town.

Seep – Hymns to the Gore Review

Seep – Hymns to the Gore Review

“Let there be leakage. With Hymns to the Gore, Seep oozes up into your yard with eight tracks of death-doom that are the aural equivalent of a septic tank malfunction. This is music that sticks to the bottom of your shoe and leaves a brownish-yellow stain on the living room carpet. Vomitus, a gentleman from rural Maine, is the band’s sole member. It’s not surprising that he works alone–would you volunteer to spend time with the mind behind “ENCASED IN SHIT” and “JIGSAW FACEFUCK”?” Cess is more.