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NECROMANIAC REVIEW

Writer's picture: Michael HojjatieMichael Hojjatie

NECROMANIAC - SCIOMANCY, MALEDICTION & RITES ABOMINABLE

With ten years now passing since their intial demo received rave reviews from the underground for its ferocious ancient deathrash attack, Necromaniac's brand of "morbid metal" finally has given us the blessed curse of their first full-length. Taking the best of Cogumelo Records's glory days along with the rage of Teutonic thrash from the closing years of the divided Germany period and even some of the deadly no fucks given attitude of Thatcher-era punk of their British homeland, Necromaniac's well-deserved has indeed set an entirely new standard for metal thrashing madness.

Thundering hooves and eerie chords embrace us on the intro "Capit Draconis" which also has the blessing of a choir provided by Maestro A. A. Nemtheanga (of Primordial fame) himself. Oh, but before long the pounding and pummeling of "Daemonomantia" give a lighting strike of tremolos and gutturals to show that not a single beat or note is to be wasted on when the hellstrike has initiated. Alas, who says they can't also experiment as they please as well? For "Calling Forth the Shade" is a doomy, slimy incantation of borderline insanity that sounds as if it may have appeared on a rough mix of "Under the Sign of the Black Mark" nearly forty years ago. Definitely capturing that humid South American favela vibe from two generations ago "Great Is the Thirst of the Restless Dead" has enough raw power and breakneck speed to invoke all of the morbid visions one could possible have. With "Swedenborg's Skull" we get battered by a grandiose mix of deathrash and a slight doom interjection thorughout for over six minutes of pure purgatory with predominantly chillingly whispered vocals to unravel a metaphysical tales of the great occult mysteries. To conclude "Necromancess/Cauda Draconis" is ten minutes of a leitmotif-style psychedelic solo to start before a slow burn of midpaced lunacy leads right into a deluge of obsidian absurdity, never taking the bombardment to the extremes of prior album outfits yet still a most fine and befitting way to sign off on a glorious debut.

The arduous wait for a full-length finally coming to a halt, Necromaniac's debut of nihilistic nastiness pounds you with a megaton of madness and mayhem that's destined to become one of the more fondly remembered debuts of the decade. Very few can harness this ancient sounnd with such aptitude and aplomb, and whoever dares try form now on will be in good company alongside these morbid madmen!

9/10


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