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NECROSADIST
Infernal Stench Of Blasphemy EP

Under The Tyrant’s Banner Prod. (2015)
Rating: 6.5/10

Given this band began life under the moniker Necrofucker, it’s pretty safe to say that this more recent incarnation wasn’t going to be playing AOR.

And so we come to Poland’s Necrosadist; armed to the teeth with skulls, bones, leather, bullet belts and spikes, the delightfully named Infernal Stench Of Blasphemy attempts to take metal back several decades by revisiting that hideous rust-bucket of a South American scene which was responsible for puking out necro-thrash and billowing foetid smoke.

This is the band’s debut opus and emerges some ten years after the 2005 demo Sex, Drinks And Antichrist, whose title alone gives you some idea as to the horrors which lurk within this blackened thrash assault. And so it’s a predictable but always fun affair with foul vocal snarls courtesy of Bitchmaster (I bet his mum’s proud!), and just to aid him in his drunken yowls we get a drummer called Thöt and a guitarist called Necroführer, who has been with the band from day one.

You know what’s coming, and yet still you slide into this greasy hole of seething speed and holocaustic nightmares. Okay, so it doesn’t sound very Polish; the trio merely intent to harp on about Satan and anything else blasphemous and violent, while clanking their chains and guzzling oil. However formulaic though, the result I guess is we need bands of this ilk and mentality to remind us of how primitive man used to be! After all, we’re certainly not going to progress with our technology or way of life with tracks called ‘Necrosodomizer’, ‘Sadomasochistic Rape’ and ‘Bastards From Hell’ – the best of these by the way being ‘Necrosodomizer’, which starts like old Slayer and then just goes for the throat with a hyper-drum and those beautiful, deft vocal utterances from Bitchmaster.

It evokes images of all that old mid-80s thrash nastiness, throwing together the aforementioned Slayer with Sodom, Venom, Hellhammer and all those Brazilian thrash gods you were too scared to send a postal order off for in 1986. We’ve seen so many bands – even over the last couple of years – come in similar war-torn attire and they all do the same abhorrent thing; blast-beasts aplenty, frantic riffage, and repulsive vocal hisses and rasps all delivered in the name of Lucifer. ‘Sadomasochistic Rape’ is hardly any different, but do you expect such an offensive title to be?

Necrosadist only exist to punish the ears with raging war thrash. If you’re lucky they may even throw in a marching melody or two to show that they can actually play, but a majority of the ingredients here are thrown into the pot simply so the band can churn out an unholy mess of a sound that they also like to call ‘Thrash & Die’ and ‘Infernal Ritual’. The bass is only out to harm with those devilish flicks, and only when the ‘Outro’ comes are you glad you purchased that wallpaper scraper to remove the grime from the walls.

This is belching black thrash for the brave and bonkers.

Neil Arnold

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