Uploaded March 2020 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago
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Let's get right down to it. Plague Spitter is a post-black/doom metal outfit from Toronto, its music tinged with a boldness and maturity that most of black metal's experimental ilk lacks. Rather than overtly attempting to marry the oddball, disheartening elements of post rock with the savage assault of black metal or the crushing defeat of doom, these elements are separated yet incorporated into various sections of songs, flirting with each other like horny barflies rather than forcing a rushed marriage at Vegas.
The EP starts off with Dead Water, a sobering, cavernous opener that establishes the tone of the piece well. Keyboards in the back and the sparse tap of a cymbal suffocate the senses and draw you into a world where you lay still at the pit of a damp crawlspace, peacefully awaiting closure - Whether it comes at the hand of a savior, a saber or a savourer. Droplets of clean black metal guitarwork drip into the mixture, contributing to an atmosphere already thick enough to be the base for a very sad stew. Chasm opens up five minutes in with a shriek of malice, and as guitars, drums and bass stop and start in a frenzied game, I cannot help but notice something - These guys must have been listening to Ved Buens Ende. Or perhaps Bloodmoon, but probably the one that people actually know about (no offense Bloodmoon). Discordant, stop-start, mid-tempo, the album sounds as though it is battling itself, fighting its own efforts - In a good way.
The production on this thing is somewhere between that raw old-school black metal recording and the production values of a garage band. A black smog not dense enough to be the back-breaking gaze of Satan, but morose enough to conjure a vision of a man wandering through landscapes of blood and guts in a world unable to die, demented to the point that he percieves a mist of blood clinging to his form, drowning out each sense. A bit exaggerated, but probably still more pleasant than Satan scratching his balls in your direction.
What can I say? This EP does a lot of things right. It performs discordancy right, while combining 3 styles well - Miserable, hateful, violent black metal, doom that smothers a crater into the soul as rotten and empty as the album nestled on the EP's cover, and post-rock that intimately rests at the heart of an exceptionally well executed first piece. It's not Lucifer's gift to man, but it's some damned fine metal, and you can't argue with that.
I DO NOT OWN PLAGUE SPITTER OR ANY OF THE MUSIC I FEATURE ON MY CHANNEL. THIS MUSIC IS SUBJECT TO PLAGUE SPITTER'S COPYRIGHT AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON REQUEST!
BUY PLAGUE SPITTER'S FLESH ABYSS HERE: spitterofplagues.bandcamp.com/releases
Let's get right down to it. Plague Spitter is a post-black/doom metal outfit from Toronto, its music tinged with a boldness and maturity that most of black metal's experimental ilk lacks. Rather than overtly attempting to marry the oddball, disheartening elements of post rock with the savage assault of black metal or the crushing defeat of doom, these elements are separated yet incorporated into various sections of songs, flirting with each other like horny barflies rather than forcing a rushed marriage at Vegas.
The EP starts off with Dead Water, a sobering, cavernous opener that establishes the tone of the piece well. Keyboards in the back and the sparse tap of a cymbal suffocate the senses and draw you into a world where you lay still at the pit of a damp crawlspace, peacefully awaiting closure - Whether it comes at the hand of a savior, a saber or a savourer. Droplets of clean black metal guitarwork drip into the mixture, contributing to an atmosphere already thick enough to be the base for a very sad stew. Chasm opens up five minutes in with a shriek of malice, and as guitars, drums and bass stop and start in a frenzied game, I cannot help but notice something - These guys must have been listening to Ved Buens Ende. Or perhaps Bloodmoon, but probably the one that people actually know about (no offense Bloodmoon). Discordant, stop-start, mid-tempo, the album sounds as though it is battling itself, fighting its own efforts - In a good way.
The production on this thing is somewhere between that raw old-school black metal recording and the production values of a garage band. A black smog not dense enough to be the back-breaking gaze of Satan, but morose enough to conjure a vision of a man wandering through landscapes of blood and guts in a world unable to die, demented to the point that he percieves a mist of blood clinging to his form, drowning out each sense. A bit exaggerated, but probably still more pleasant than Satan scratching his balls in your direction.
What can I say? This EP does a lot of things right. It performs discordancy right, while combining 3 styles well - Miserable, hateful, violent black metal, doom that smothers a crater into the soul as rotten and empty as the album nestled on the EP's cover, and post-rock that intimately rests at the heart of an exceptionally well executed first piece. It's not Lucifer's gift to man, but it's some damned fine metal, and you can't argue with that.
I DO NOT OWN PLAGUE SPITTER OR ANY OF THE MUSIC I FEATURE ON MY CHANNEL. THIS MUSIC IS SUBJECT TO PLAGUE SPITTER'S COPYRIGHT AND WILL BE REMOVED UPON REQUEST!
![Chiasm - Make Believe (Acclimate [I Can Feel It] Remix)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/qYGXMo22JCk/mqdefault.jpg "Chiasm - Make Believe (Acclimate [I Can Feel It] Remix)
Chiasms newest EP, Mice On A Wheel, continues on the style established in her previous album 11:11, featuring the bubbly, ethereal darkwave style which purveyed 11:11. However, instead of simply repeating the same notes touched upon in that album, Mice On A Wheel borrows fragments of the reverb-drenched, industrious atmosphere her first three albums were known for, applying these elements to her evolved style and creating a new concoction from the result that evokes a melancholic wanderlust quality in the listener similar to the first two albums methodical, submerged approach to atmosphere. At the same time, the music present invokes the catchy, nearly bouncy nature of 11:11, creating a teeming whirlpool of emotions and sensations, from the melancholic, homely World Left to the mechanical, clean, jittery Mice on a Wheel. No doubt, this isnt an EP you want to pass up if you are a fan of industrial music, and neither is the album Reset, which comes out later this year!
Buy Mice on a Wheel now!
Bandcamp: https://copinternational.bandcamp.com/album/mice-on-a-wheel-ep
I DO NOT OWN CHIASM OR ANY OF THE MUSIC I FEATURE ON MY CHANNEL. THIS MUSIC IS SUBJECT TO CHIASMS COPYRIGHT, AND I WILL REMOVE IT UPON REQUEST!")
