Pyrexia- Cruelty Beyond Submission ( Rex/Crash)
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The slavering teenage beast known as death metal is agro enuff, really, what with the triple-speed chainsaw riffery and the demon barking and all, but if you DID wanna out-psycho Cannibal Corpse, how would you pull off such a cunning stunt? Well, ya COULD throw a Noo Yawk accent on it. Pyrexia (Webster’s sez: “a rise in the temperature of the body; frequently a symptom of infection” )sound as if they could just as easily be one o’ those spine-snapping NYC fight-core bands, if they were as concerned with, uh, Krishna Awareness and “unity” (or whatever those kids are screamin about these days) as they are about sucking the marrow outta the rotting bones of Christ and like, bloodstorms and cranial surgery with power tools. What I mean to say is, Pyrexia are fuckin’ TOUGH, and that’s pretty rare in death metal circles, really. Usually, it’s kind of a geek-fest, a shut-in, shred-head, “No girlz allowed!” kinda adolescent fantasy. Sad, but true. Not here, man. Here, it’s a non-stop battering ram of corrosive, whiplash Slayer riffs and an effective, deathly rasp that only devolves into that ‘gargling with yr own splintered incisors’ once in awhile. And whilst it all leans a little too hard on the ‘brutality’ pedal to be Thrash N’ Roll, it’s one of the ‘catchiest’ death metal rekkids I’ve heard since one of those Swedish jobs with the keyboards and the goth girls. And, ya know, THAT stuff is for pussies. Anyway, this is one ferocious slab o’ metal, Jack. If ya lean in this direction, check these maniacs out.
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