This is the second EYE-CATCHERS feature in as many days. In yesterday’s installment, we reported on new cover art for a forthcoming album from a band whose music we know — 16. In this post, we’re returning to the original intent of the EYE-CATCHERS series: using cool album art as a guide to finding music from bands we don’t know.
In this case, the album art was created by the talented Italian artist Marco Hasman. We’ve featured his artwork before at NCS, in posts about albums from Fleshgod Apocalypse, Beyond Creation, and Blasphemer. This time, his work will grace the cover of a debut record by a band from Evansville, Indiana, named Visceral Throne. The album is called Omnipotent Asperity and it will be released by Brutal Bands at some point later this year.
What Visceral Throne produced before that album was a two-song, 2010 demo. Both of those songs appear on the track list for the album; don’t know if they’ve been re-recorded for the album. The demo versions are still available for free download via Bandcamp (HERE), though that option will close once the album is released.
Let me attempt to describe the two songs without using the word brutal: barbarous, bloodthirsty, ferocious, heartless, inhuman, insensitive, merciless, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, vicious, and impolite.
Highly accelerated drums, slamming de-tuned chords, production values that emphasize the keen slicing edge of the sonic spectrum, grotesque gutturals, and one timely injection of shred — those are your basic ingredients. Spin them in a centrifuge while setting them on fire, and you get a delectable serving of slam metal. Reminds me a lot of Visceral Disgorge, and not just because they’re both Visceral.
Here are those two Visceral Throne songs:
“Ignorant Persistence”[audio:https://www.nocleansinging.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Visceral-Throne-Ignorant-Persistence-.mp3|titles=Visceral Throne-Ignorant Persistence]
“Conceptual Metapmorphosis”[audio:https://www.nocleansinging.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Visceral-Throne-Conceptual-Metamorphosis.mp3|titles=Visceral Throne-Conceptual Metamorphosis]
We’ll be eagerly awaiting the whole album.
More info about Visceral Throne is available here: http://www.facebook.com/visceralthrone
The album cover looks like it’s from the same neighborhood as the Shrinebuilder album cover.
Uh huh. Nice neighborhood:
It is, but the HOA is a bitch.
Are you sure that’s a building???
All I see when I look at that picture is giant demon cock blowing it’s load in giant demon vagoo.
The music suggests that I am right. Awesomely right.
If that’s what plays during a demonic ejaculation, I need to start having sex with more demons.
Demon fucking is always awesome, but you’re gonna want to make a week of it. One day for the fuckery, and another 6 days to go to the doctor (for the lacerations), Planned Parenthood (for the assbabies), and Wal-Mart (to remind yourself that as low as you’ve sunk, at least you’re not THAT bad yet).
Oh shith, that was an inspired comment! As in . . . inspiring the new blog sub-header.
The bass drum and toms make me happy in the pants. (And the rest of the music, too, but those especially)
I think there needs to be a subgenre of death metal called “impolite death metal,” with lyrics focusing on things like wearing a hat at the dinner table.
I would listen to that until the cows came home and took a shit on my kitchen floor!!!
I would listen to that until the cows came home and became submissive again.
Cows would make horrible subs. They only know one safe word and it’s the same sound they make when they’re happy.
What’s wrong with the word BOOYAH!?
Can cows say booyah?
I can’t speak for your cows. Mine did when, y’know, I did that thing to them.
Wait…which thing? The one thing or the other thing?
When I did the one thing, they’d just moo…with the other, they didn’t say anything…
They just stared into my soul and chewed it like demon cud.
You have demon cows? Why didn’t you say so! I’d have given up long ago. I just had Guernseys, before the lorises ran them off. Jealous little fuckers.
They just had demon eyes. And freaky fucking tongues.
Once, I saw a cow licking it’s nose, but I thought it was trying to eat a fish…
My dad just told me they were Jearseys….like guidos, but smarter.
Ha! Actually, my grandmother and her second husband really did have a cattle ranch where I worked off and on growing up. There weren’t any Guernseys. Mostly Angus, Brahmas, and Longhorns. I used to get a little queasy when they would stick their tongues into their nostrils.
At least they don’t piss on themselves to cool down like giraffes.