Monday morning 9am and I am on a mission, today I choose to go six rounds with Crown Magnetar, a heavier than most, thrashing from pillar to post, merciless machine that emerges unafraid and begins to hunt me down. I quietly retreat to the sofa and peek from behind a cushion as my mission ends as abruptly as it started.
With rip your throat out screeching and a hundred bears with sore heads growling, this is twenty minutes of blissful brutality, delicious deathly notes and extreme noise terror that rattles your bones. The four individuals responsible for your shredded torso are Nick Burnett – guitar, Dan Tucker – vocals, Byron London – drums and Grant Robinson – bass as they fling us across this ‘Hellsphere’ rupturing every atom, cruelly slicing up our existence as we sit silently accepting the pain. The torment we endure in our reality is reflected in the maniacal musical masquerade that captures your unsuspecting person, leaving blisters and scars, attributable to a raging volcano.
‘Realistic Flesh Mask’ reminds me of Ed Gein, and I am transported to the film, in all its gruesome glory, not for the faint-hearted and needs to display an approach with caution sign.
There is something immutable about Deathcore, maybe that is the attraction, you know what you are about to receive. Settle down amongst the ‘Graverot’ marinate in the soil and the sombre sobriety it brings. Soothe your bones amidst the gurgling, guttural murmurings that emanate from a blackened soul.
We end with ‘God Is My Enemy’ and whether you affiliate to any religious group or not, there is worship here, albeit unorthodox and outside of the box, it still kinda rocks.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light, death alone won’t save you.
Azra Pathan
Crown Magnetar – Alone In Death out 25th March via Unique Leader Records