(written by Islander)
In mid-January we premiered a song from Foetorem’s debut album Incongruous Forms Of Evergrowing Rot, preceded by some thoughts about human beings’ everlasting fear of inescapable death and our persistent nightmares of being buried alive — “in coffins, tombs, or beneath a weight of freshly turned earth, deprived of oxygen, unable to move, and with naught but worms or the natural liquification of flesh eagerly awaiting the heart’s final beat.”
Those thoughts came to mind naturally when reflecting on the music of this Danish death metal band (whose name itself translates to “stench of decay”), because they’re so frighteningly good at rendering musical visions of human pain and putrefaction, so formidable in conjuring ruination, putridity, stench, and the hopelessness of being trapped by the kind of mindless violence from which there’s no escape.
And now here we are, about six weeks later, when across a large swath of the planet body parts are being scattered like dead leaves in a high wind and blood (and missiles) are raining from the skies — a fresh and foreboding reminder about the self-destructive savagery of humanity (as if one were needed). What better time to revisit Foetorem?!?
And that’s what we’re doing through our premiere of another abominable Foetorem song in advance of their album’s March 27 release by Everlasting Spew Records. Continue reading »