Punishing down-tuned death metal riffs, belligerent drumming, and David Ingram’s trademark bellow.
Agma is a dark journey into the psyche. Punishing attacks lay over an ominous atmosphere that completely envelopes the listener.
Thanks for showing us that the bare knuckle style is far from played out. We just need experts to show us the intricate brutality.
It’s deep horror, rising up from the bowels of the hidden void beneath – beyond – outside our world.
Intentionally or not, the bands expose the ugly collective psyche of humanity, then spit on it with all the bile they can muster.
…the Texas quintet do so in a slow burn thrash track that is reminiscent of the classic thrash I grew up on, in terms of grit and delivery.
This is, I would say, first and foremost stoner doom, and it has a side order of prog mixed in as well, but it also carries that aura of sludge metal (or maybe Sludge Metal is more apt).
This entity is death metal in its purest form, angry and hungry, eager to feed.
What you should take from that is that this album is exceptional, gripping, dark, and powerful.
Each listen leaves me simultaneously fulfilled and wanting more. Perhaps that is the sorcerous power of the sword.