Primitive Man - Scorn (2013) [Gorgatz]

Primitive Man - Scorn (2013) [Gorgatz]



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Primitive Man is simply a more claustrophobically dissonant, bastard son of its era. Reversed guitars, repetitions and the precarious balance between down-tempo and its opposite are the natural consequences of a prolonged exposition to the variety of genres and sub-genres (some more noble than others) whoever loves this music knows very well, these days.

Believe it or not, Scorn is a catchy piece of work. You may not be hooked by the lack of symmetry, discipline and form but, rather ironically, it is this very unbiased stream of metal consciousness that makes this debut so special. Call it what you like, but although it is true that sometimes there is smoke without a fire, in this instance the smell of flesh proves we have been lucky. It burns and we are not ashamed to love it.

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. Primitive Man call the bluff we all know as life by showing the vulgar side of our existences. Our bodies reek when in fear because the matter doesn’t lie; we do; it doesn’t. 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. Primitive Man’s music is, in fact, an end to itself: an epic journey through punishing dissonances mostly played at an excruciatingly slow tempo. Eyehategod? Maybe. 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. It hurt then as it does now and the bleak landscape remains the same. Hate doesn’t evolve; it just gets bigger.

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 all makes sense in the end. 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.

PRIMITIVE MAN features within their ranks current and formers members of Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire, Reproacher and Death Of Self. In a 4.5/5 review About.com writes: “Scorn drips with depravity and disgust throughout. Their strings-falling-off-the-guitar down tuned filth could cause earthquakes or crumble mountains. When in high(er) gear, the punishing riffs pound with the power of a ...ten ton battering ram, knocking the wind from your lungs. Scorn is no doubt one of the most brutal, unsettling and uncompromising albums you will hear all year.” American Aftermath calls Scorn “one of the heaviest debuts by any band I have ever heard in all of my days,” noting that the offering, “isn’t your run of the mill bong-ripping doom metal that has been done a million times. This is the actual feeling of ‘doom’ in audio form. Scorn will instill feelings of dread and fear in you and you will love every freaking minute of it.” Cvlt Nation champions band’s “devastatingly crushing and austere slab of blackened, sludgy doom,” while Metal Insider boasts, “PRIMITIVE MAN deliver the kind of doom metal reminiscent of a vast, apocalyptic wasteland where the only inhabitants left are too busy committing acts of lethal brutality against one another to care about things as trivial as beauty or art. This band has created the musical equivalent of survival for survival’s sake. There is nothing pretty here. There are no moments of peacefulness or lucidity.”

TRACKLIST:

1. Scorn. 11:44
2. Rags. 4:36
3. I Can't Forget. 3:26
4. Antietam. 9:07
5. Black Smoke. 3:06
6. Stretched Thin. 2:55
7. Astral Sleep. 4:52

Genre: Sludge
Subgenre: Blackened Sludge / Doom Metal
Bitrate: 320 k
Size: 91.99 MB

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