CRYPTIC BROOD – Necrotic Flesh Bacteria

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7.5

• Bands:
  CRYPTIC BROOD
• Duration: 00:39:19
• Available from: 01/11/2024
• Label:

• War Anthem Records

They made themselves known in 2017, with their debut “Brain Eater”; five years ago they replicated the proposal, sincere but not so exciting, with the second album “Outcome of Obnoxious Science”. Today they try again and, finally, thanks to the “Necrotic Flesh Bacteria” present here, the Germans Cryptic Brood have found the fateful squaring of the circle.
Effectively emerging from substantial anonymity, the Wolfsburg trio worked a lot on the right direction to follow, given that, in the previous “Outcome Of Obnoxious” something seemed to want to come out of the cauldron, but, in fact, it had remained stuck in the mere re-presentation of scripts so dear to Autopsy and Cianide, without adding that extra bit of rot. An ingredient that has instead been properly distilled in this third test, in which each song is outlined on a twisted and malignant inclined plane where bombastic and acidic death metal passages, coordinated by the heavy (bassist Dennis Butzke) and sketchy (guitarist Michael Lehner and the drummer Steffen Brandes), are further weighed down by sharp hits of an almost seventies doom matrix, to mix that mix of magical putrefaction between horror and gore.
From this point of view, “Digging Through Skin” descends directly into the most humid bowels of a dark and gloomy cave, testifying to one of the new strengths of the Teutonic trio, good this time at making their sound labyrinth, in which a technical improvement can also be perceived. Ability that rhymes with versatility, to be found in songs like “Viscid Fluid”, which, slavishly following the title, adds that thrash vein of pure melodic madness, capable of developing the work done by Butzke and his companions even further.
Fluidity of intent is also present in short pieces such as “Hallucinogen Poison”, demonstrating how Cryptic Brood, despite a cover that might make one think of the usual assault with a bladed weapon, thought a lot before sealing the final package.
Thus each song is clearly identified as a perfect muddy piece, ideal for the construction of a single and murky woodland chalet, covered in torment and healthy madness, witnessed by deadly arrows entitled “The Pile Of Flesh Is Served” or by the tumultuous ” Realm Of Rot”, another tombstone, confirming the ability of the three from Wolfsburg to know how to stomp properly when the occasion is right.
In closing, if five years ago we timidly mentioned this new underground reality, today we highly recommend them; ready to trample on the bacteria of necrotic flesh or, otherwise, to be buried by them.