Earlier this month this band Ectovoid put their second album Dark Abstraction out through Hellthrasher Productions. What they have done was build on their sound from their last album Fractured in the Timeless Abyss. They’ve developed their raw onslaught of death metal into something that is even more punishing, even more visceral. They have been able to keep that edge, while warping it into something tighter and overall darker.
From the very first song Obscure Altars, Ectovoid is very reminiscent of old school death metal in its prime. Those old school riffs, vocals, drum work, the pounding of the bass as well as the content itself is of that time. The gravely vocals hit you harder than a semi truck filled with lead bricks, the riffs are very memorable, the drums are hard to keep up with being that the drummer uses all of the drum kit and keeps absolutely nothing simple, even during the slower parts.
Ectovoid put forth an ode to old school death metal, and are very reminiscent of Morbid Angel at times. I don’t like to name drop, but at a time like this I feel it necessary to do so. Dark Abstraction pummels the flesh just like cannibals would when they would skin you alive, make a drum out of you, and welcome the next sacrifice. Each song reveals something different. No two songs are alike, they don’t all run together, and they’re not forgetful at all. They’ll forcefully make you remember them by pounding your head with riff after riff like a sledgehammer until you go cold and limp in an unconscious stupor.
Coupled with the great musicianship, and the vocals that sound like they were just recorded in a grave, is the great production. The production of the album is tight, and clean making the old school feeling come back to death metal that has been missing for a while now. Ectovoid execute amazingly, and the production does them justice, making this album come to life even more than it already was.
Dark Abstraction leaves you feeling helpless and stranded before the slaughterer comes to decapitate you. It makes the room go dark, the air feel stagnant, and takes your breath from your lungs, and lays you down in a crypt whispering sweet tales of death and despair in your ear. Ectovoid takes you back to a different time, but puts their own twist on it making their own. The album is crushing and jars you until it rattles your bones. That is what I like to hear.