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Nervochaos To The Death Cover

[22nd January 2013]
[Cogumelo Records]

01. Mark of the Beast
02. Sheep Amongst Wolves
03. Your World’s Trend
04. Gospel of Judas
05. The Exile
06. To the Death
07. Hate
08. Smoking Mortal Remains
09. Mind Under Siege
10. Delusions and Lies
11. Destroyer of Worlds
12. Warlords Unbound
13. Wolves Curse

To yours truly, as a relative layman when it comes to Brazilian metal and unfamiliar with the band in question, the term ‘Brazilian death metal’ induces expectations of groove-rich pummelling metal in the style of Sepultura. With Nervochaos this is perhaps not completely inaccurate, as there are grooves and thundering riffing aplenty, but the overall look and feel of the band’s fifth full-length release, To the Death, is rather different.

Mechanical pumping, devoid of refinement, but arguably very heavy. The same type of bash-on the head atmosphere usually exhibited by grindcore, though not quite as fast and a lot more ‘rounded’. Eduardo Lane’s drum work provides a constant stream of hammering, tight as a virgin’s hole and arguably as refined as this here analogy. It’s the most prominent feature on the album and combined with low-end straightforward guitar riffage creates the backbone of grooves. No bass? Yes, there’s bass, unfortunately it’s often much too soft in the mix. A pity, considering bassist Felipe Freitas‘s talent shows when one of his occasional interesting fills rise in the mix.

In guitarland, aside from the riffing, Quinho and/or – can’t be sure who’s responsible – Guiller also lay down several not-very impressive guitar solos that add literally nothing, aside from, perhaps, a brief break. It’s not that these are badly played – quite the contrary – it’s just that they feel mandatory and pointless in a collection of songs that has a straightforward primary goal: to destroy the building you live in.

Consolidated, there’s nothing pretty about this music and with the band’s anti-Christian, Satanic nature it’s not supposed to be. Guitarist and vocalist Guiller assists in pushing the band as far away from melody as possible with his ferocious barks, delivered with dutiful proficiency. Much as an altar boy dutifully cites his bible texts, Guiller growls his lyrics in what seems an endless sermon to the red pyromaniac with the horns: flat and without emotion. Though the tone and depth of his voice is pleasant, it also lacks dynamics and ‘something interesting’.

With the record’s relentless and continuous flow of rumbling riffs and quick-paced rhythm section, some might be bored after track one. Really, Nervochaos just keep on going and going and as such appreciating To the Death fully would need quite the acquired taste. That said, it’s not necessarily a bad record, just a severely limited one. Those with a taste for music that scares little kids may well take a liking to this. If relentless, aggressive, dark, straightforward and loud are keywords in the music you consume, To the Death may just tick all the right boxes.


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