![]() ![]() ![]() And it surely does at the beginning as well, when the 11.45 ( eleven and forty-five) minutes of the title-track deliver an array of promiscuous sounds and influences, drones and feedback, rage and ultimately fear.Ĭlinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire’s front-man, Ethan McCarthy, delivers yet another great performance in the vocal booth, while his associates (pick the other two out of this list of obscurely named musicians that somehow includes McCarthy as well: Elm, JC, and Bak) drench their doom with grind and even more grind. Scorn is an honest and reliable picture of what sludge is today: a wall of feedback overlaying that abominable son of punk, crust, played at a lower speed with the likes of The Body and Brutal Truth in mind. It hurt then as it does now and the bleak landscape remains the same. But more than 20 years after an album like In the Name of Suffering graced our ears, the demise of black metal, the growth of drone-based trends and the evolution of what some term ‘extreme music’ all give us an updated version of that masterpiece. Primitive Man’s music is, in fact, an end to itself: an epic journey through punishing dissonances mostly played at an excruciatingly slow tempo. If less than 40 minutes of raw, filthy music played without compromises may sound like a sonic déjà-vu, don’t worry: you may be right. Our bodies reek when in fear because the matter doesn’t lie we do it doesn’t. Primitive Man call the bluff we all know as life by showing the vulgar side of our existences. ![]() Oh the pleasure of punishment without guilt, of terror without a motive, of sadistic pain with too much uncontrolled joy and salty drops of unrequited love. ![]()
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