I fucking love early Autopsy and so too did Desecrator, apparently. Hailing from Nottingham, Desecrator was formed in 1989 by brothers Mike and Steve Ford (bass / vocals and guitars respectively) alongside drummer Lee Hawke. After listening to "Subconscious Release" I have no idea, but I am guessing they formed after hearing Autopsy's debut "Severed Survival", released in Spring of '89, deciding that was what they wanted to play. Now, obviiously, this isn't as good as any of the Californian's early releases, but it is a decent stab at reproducing their style in a British context. Bear in mind that at this time the big UK death metal bands came at the genre from a grindcore background, Napalm Death, Carcass and even Bolt Thrower played a blasting, high tempo version of death metal, so Desecrator, looking towards the hulking, often slower-paced, abyssal-sounding death metal of Reifert and Co. were swimming against the tide somewhat. Even more atypically, the album boasts several quite long tracks with four exceeding seven minutes in length, the band unafraid to drop into a slower, doomier tempo to add variation and atmosphere during the longer track lengths. They don't completely turn their back on the prevailing winds though, with the quick-fire medley of "Insult to Intelligence" and "Deadline" on side 2 clocking in under two minutes they give a nod to the deathgrind brigade.

To be honest the album is front-loaded with the title track kicking things off and being, by quite some way, the best track on the album - think "In the Grip of Winter" or "Gasping for Air" level good. Second track "Nothing Changes Anything" is also pretty great with a hot opening riff and a gothicky, atmospheric mid-track break, but the rest of the album struggles to live up to the promise of these two opening salvos. Don't misunderstand, the rest is fine for what it is, but a faint tinge of disappointment is inevitable after such a promising start. I am no musician myself, but I get the feeling that the band are a little limited technically, as illustrated by the generally lacklustre guitar solos and the d-beat drumming not always cutting it, leaving the listener yearning for a good old blastbeat to shake things up and hit the gas pedal. Whilst I acknowledge that the band had technical limitations, these probably don't bother me as much as they do some metalheads, I am quite partial to a slab of loose-sounding deathly carnage and when the band are in full flow I am happy as a pig in shit. However, the uninspiring solos and the odd clunky transition do pull me out of the moment, fourth track "Repressive Acceptance" for example has a couple of instances where the leadwork is quite poor and ruins a good headbang as the main riff is decent and gets me nodding along quite effectively up until that point.

In 1992 the band changed their name to Consumed and went off in a more punk rock oriented direction, leaving us with this remainig as the only testament to a promising, if technically limited, early UK death metal act. It is interesting if ultimately inessential UK death metal release that even a Dan Seagrave cover couldn't save from relative obscurity. 

Imperator were an early polish death metal act, forming in Łódź in 1984 and originally splitting up in 1993 with this 1991 album standing as their only official studio full-length. Their version of death metal maintains a strong thrash metal component, but this isn't the kind of deaththrash you would find on "Seven Churches", but it leans rather more towards the technical sides of both death and thrash metal with most tracks containing a surfeit of musical ideas that sees them lurching between different riffs and tempos, sometimes a little bit too much for my taste. I wouldn't go as far as to say that they opt for the staccato juxtaposition of riffs that many of the most technically-focussed death metal acts feature in their songwriting and most of the transitions are fairly fluid, so aren't especially jarring, but their songwriting technique seems to involve throwing a ton of ideas into the mix and seeing which stick.

Now don't get me wrong, I may have made it sound like I didn't enjoy this, but I actually did. Most of it works, with some very fine riffs and interesting transitions, I just get a little frustrated when the band deliver a killer-sounding riff, for it to evaporate seemingly mere moments later as a new idea occurs to them and the track develops in a new direction. On the whole the interesting stuff far outweighs the little frustrations which, to be honest, don't irritate me that much, but do need pointing out. Of course, if you are a died-in-the-wool tech-death head then Imperator may be a bit tame and unambitious for you, but they hit a nice mid-point for me between old-school deaththrash and more technical metal that combines the no-nonsense aggression of the one with the ambition of the other. The album also benefits from the old-school production which makes it sound less clinical and more organic than the over-produced, triggered-to-fuck, heavily compressed aural assaults that often pass for modern death metal production jobs.

Vocals are provided by Piotr "Bariel" Tomczyk who is also guitarist and main songwriter and don't really go for the deep gutteral growls of true death metal vocalists, but are more deaththrash-centric. Lyrically the band steep themselves in the occult and demonic, which in some quarters seems to have earned the album an unwarranted black metal secondary tag. The riffs are good and are sometimes even great, whilst the soloing isn't bad, but isn't especially impressive either, often coming off like a slightly more accomplished Kerry King. The rhythm section is fine, but the drums sound muted and could have been better served pushed up a bit in the mix as they sometimes feel like they are getting lost and only register as a distant, dull thud.

What it all amounts to is that if a mix of Slayer, Obituary and Atheist rocks your boat then you may well get a fair bit out of "The Time Before Time". It is far from a perfect album but the execution and ideas presented here are of sufficient quality to provide an interesting sidebar in the chronicles of early-90s death metal. On an interesting historical note, around the time of the album's release mainman Bariel was apparently forming a side project with Dead and Euronymous of Mayhem called Moon, which was scuppered by Dead's suicide. I can't help feeling that could have been an interesting outfit. The band have resurfaced at various points over the years, but usually without Bariel and without releasing any new studio material.

A Hero Forgotten

I probably shouldn't have been as surprised as I was when I realized the French Black Metal scene is quite strong after looking through my catalog. One-man Black Metal projects are always an exciting (or...interesting) prospect and Archvile King is no different, but standing among the giants of Blut Aus Nord, Deathspell Omega, and Alcest is somewhat difficult. There are already plenty of quality supporting acts trying to make their way out of the shadows such as Aorlhac, Les Chants de Nihil, and Véhémence who follow a seemingly unspoken French template of a more grandiose atmosphere without sacrificing that distinct Black Metal energy. Archvile King's Aux Heures Désespérées slots in nicely to this scene as a more classic, but still complex, sounding Black Metal project with strong Dungeon Synth elements that transport the listener straight into the throes of the medieval cover art.

Medieval themes swirl around this release, but they are distinctly darker and more solemn than their contemporaries Véhémence, who lean on the folky and classical acoustic side. There's a noticeable attention to atmosphere on Aux Heures Désespérées where the synth intros and breaks have more unique characters to them than your average Black Metal album. Archvile King is really able to sell the gloomy, medieval fantasy world that the cover depicts in a way that still fits with the aggressive Black Metal, especially at the beginning of "L'Excuse" when more and more layers are added on top of the simple synth melodies. Even though the album starts with a ripping opener filled with blast beats and densely layered riffing, it quickly slows down a bit and continues on within more Melodic Black Metal territory. Thankfully, it never loses the energy or edge it established in the opener since the constant interplay between the lead melodies or tremolo and the backing chord progression riffing allows for a ton of complexity for careful listeners. The layered melodies allow Aux Heures Désespérées to bounce around to different ideas without losing the cohesive theme of the album, whether it's the triumphant ending chug riff of "À Ces Batailles Abandonnées" or the dense chaos of "Le Carneval Du Roi Des Vers". The entirely French vocal performance is much more biting than Véhémence's, preferring fried screams and darker growls as opposed to cleaner choral elements. I've found Archvile King's delivery to be a bit more satisfying as it fits nicely into the mix against the more aggressive riffing without being overpowering. The inflections and pronunciation are also more varied and expressive than you may expect, which leads to a pretty gripping performance that rounds out the whole package.

Aux Heures Désespérées is a fantastic album from a solo effort that continues to showcase that Black Metal is one of the most flexible and exciting genres in the modern Metal landscape. After having to slog through tons of albums that use the same old nature sound interludes, Archvile King seems to understand how to set up a compelling album atmosphere and keep it interesting through the entire runtime, even down to the fully Dungeon Synth closing track. Given how the album progresses it's a great and brooding way to end a gloomy, medieval fantasy as the depicted hero is lost and overgrown. 

The problem with trying to sound epic in a progressive framework is that it just makes you look selfish. Plini's music in the past has had this quiet epicness surrounding albums like Homemade Cities and Impulse Voices. The issue that I have with An Unnamable Desire is that the "epicness" has now been recognized and Plini is going to do everything they can to replicate it, instead of letting it flow naturally. The heavier moments on "Manala" and the closer "The Time Will Pass Anyway" leaves this listener in an underwhelmed state. I can't deny that they transition on the closing track from heavy, djent influenced openings, to the soaring guitar leads and wide open foundation sounds really neat, but it also feels so scripted.

I know that An Unnamable Desire is scripted, but it isn't supposed to "feel" like it. Some of my favourite records of all time have a sense of improvisation to them and you can even hear that on earlier Plini albums. It does happen here sometimes, but their regularity is limited. Plini's guitar soloing has found a very comfortable place to rest, and the grandiose style suffers because of it. The solo guitar loses character, passion and purpose when the noodling becomes formulaic. 

It's not a bad album per se; I actually think it is quite good. But in an attempt to chase the unattainable goal, Plini have released their most uninspired album to date. Adding a string ensemble for more than half of the record and overbloating the soundscape and the epicness leaves the records more genuine moments feeling more hollow.

Best Songs: Canyon, Now & Then, Vespertine

For Fans Of: Intervals, Animals as Leaders, Haken

Forming in 1986 in Phoenix, Arizona, Nuclear Death must be one of the very first grindcore acts to feature a female vocalist in Lori Bravo who also played bass and was pretty much the de facto band leader. Historical interest certainly isn't the only reason to listen to Nuclear Death's 1990 debut full-length though because "Bride of Insect" is a pretty damn good album in its own right. The pacing is frantic and is dominated by the blast-crazy drumming of Joel Whitfield who was actually replaced in the band by Steve Cowan prior to the album's release. Sitting at the fore of the mix it completely drives the album with the guitar riffs buzzing away like a swarm of angry hornets in the background whilst Lori spits bile and venom with an intense, raging delivery that obviously sits higher in range than most male grind vocalist but which easily matches any of them for vicious intensity.

The dozen tracks here clock in at 27 minutes so most sit within the typical grindcore duration of sub-two and a half minutes, with the notable exception of the four minutes plus of "Fetal Lament: Homesick" which has an extended "guitar solo" that sounds more like a frenzied attack with a sharp object than any kind of artistic expression. The old-school production job gives the album a feeling of real guts and heart too, an aspect of extreme death metal that has been sterilised by the cleaner production jobs of more modern releases, especially those overly-compressed and brickwalled releases we have all had to become so familiar with over recent years.

The top and bottom of it is, if you don't like blastbeats then don't bother, but if you love metal infused with manic hardcore energy cranked up to eleven and seething with anger and frustration, then come on in and fill your boots. Featuring an ugly hand-drawn black and white cover that also lends the album crazy underground kudos, this is a real hidden gem of early 90's death and grind.