COFFIN FUCKING NAILS: Primal Rite – Dirge Of Escapism

When an album is able to coax my corpse-in-training to produce a physical reaction, I know that whatever I’m listening to is a cut above the regular fare. Anything from a subtle tap of the foot to a full on flailing exodus from the couch means that the music I’m listening to has subverted the rational part of my brain and plugged itself into the slimy, reptilian nerve certain lurking somewhere in the collection of base impulses.

I first put this album on in my car and through whatever twist of fate, the volume on both my phone and car stereo were notched up higher than usual and once the militant dirge of “Chapter Zero” came barging through my speakers, both volumes got higher still. Ghostly winds, the sharp crack of a snare like snapping a tibula, THAT TONE, MY GOD, THAT RIFF. Fucking hell man, this was getting downright primitive.

This album is blindingly pure in its brutality, troglodyte meathead anthems hammered out with mammoth bone and granite slabs. This isn’t music for a calm, rational discussion of technical merit and artistic contributions to society, more of a deafening assault against restraint and inhibition; flaying through your soft underbelly to strip bare the aggression and fear that has been stunted by centuries of civilisation.

PRIMAL RITE wear their influences proudly, blasting a homage to early hardcore greats through the rotted filter of old school death metal. The aesthetic, tone and patina hark back to the Scandinavian pioneers of doom, while the ferocity, breakneck pace and gang shouts call to mind the fluid pits of flesh that populated the basements, dives and abandoned warehouse of the concrete jungle.

While a more jaded critic might be tempted to sit here and pick holes in Dirge Of Escapism, I am simple man and can proffer no more critical commentary than telling you that every damn track on this album is a banger. These riffs fucking pound (no doubt helped along by the trio of guitarists), the mix is grimy in all the right places, the songwriting is pragmatic and tight, the vocals are a juiced-up drill sergeant from hell and hot damn, I cannot wait to see these guys live.

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