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Among extreme metal’s many personalities, sludge can often be the most harrowing, and those seeking music at its most discordant and downcast may find a new champion in Burial Pit.
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Like a near-dead torture victim digging their way out from a shallow grave they were dumped in, each of Burial Pit’s songs raise themselves to the surface with an agony of slowness, excruciating and crushing riffs reverberating in final despair. Disgrace appears with the jarring dissonance of a nightmare, clattering drums and scathing vocals, a barrage of pummeling riffing in a twisted labyrinthine horror.
Each of Burial Pit’s songs raise themselves to the surface with an agony of slowness, excruciating and crushing riffs reverberating in final despair
Lord of Limbs takes the punishment even further down a spiral of suffocating murk, surfacing into the dark ambient wasteland of Scum that leads to Priest’s slamming, hypnotic drive. It’s only here that the veil of darkness lifts, and then just briefly, clean guitars and indistinct murmurings offering a haunting solace, a kind of gasping respite before heavy handed riffs come crashing down once more.
Rarely has a band’s music so befitted the name of its creator. Subhuman Scum is a monument to the brutality and discomfiture of extreme sludge: no beauty, no shining beacons, just a grim catharsis of darkness and filth, grime and decrepitude. Burial Pit is no place for the faint-hearted.
STAND OUT TRACKS: Lord of Limbs, Priest, Mother Tongue
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