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NECROT
Lifeless Birth

Tankcrimes (2024)
Rating: 8/10

“Fuck, produce and then you die,” slurps Necrot’s vocal fiend Luca Indrio as once again we are thrown into the bowels of another full-length studio album from this Oakland, California-based act. You just can’t go wrong with this sort of sodden sound as the trio drags us through seven songs, most of which could have done with a bit of trimming. Even so, this is another bludgeoning slab that has that Autopsy-styled graven gloom attached to its folds so that the bass and riffs rumble like a brewing storm.

This is fetid, murky yet engagingly simplistic as the stench of damp soil fills the nostrils to the soundtrack of opener ‘Cut The Cord’. It’s pacey yet efficiently manky in design as Necrot hastily constructs abysmal structures. The title track follows with more rotten pace as Indrio snarls “Your womb is a grave” to an avalanche of Chad Gailey’s drums.

A majority of tracks offered operate with some sort of pace, but it’s the macabre chugging on ‘Drill The Skull’ which really provide the most morbid of entertainment. ‘The Curse’ also spews up some steady, rhythmic pulsating as instruments work in tandem to create a dismal groove.

There are some understated melodies within this album too, especially on ‘Dead Memories’ where the hook chills the bone before leaving mould in the ears. There’s little technicality to the Necrot sound but if you’re on the prowl for some truly organic material then you can’t go wrong with the hyper death of ‘Superior’ or the miserable rattle of ‘Winds Of Hell’ with its cold spine of black melody and earthy thuds.

Like wading through dish water or snorkelling in drab lagoons, Lifeless Birth just feels like a dimming light in a stifling airless tomb, and that’s the best compliment I can pay Necrot’s stale, stinking latest release.

Neil Arnold

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