MetalBite Review by Chris Pratl on 3/24/2019 11:46:36 AM
What is initially sickening about Denmark’s Deus Otiosus is how wildly amazing the music is right out of the gate. It was brought to my attention, upon receiving this promo, that it might take a couple of listens to grab the character of the album. All it took for me was one; anything after that was for my own twisted enjoyment. This band is really good at mixing up every metal element in one album without coming off derivative or opaque throughout.
Murderer is a disturbing word (for some, but not for us sinister folk used to such things), but let me tell you the music is in total compliance with the title, diving right into the dark and dirty well water of some abyss and twisting your casual senses into an unrecognizable conglomerate of fleshy meat and blood. This album calls out the death metal heroics of both the early 90’s and modern age, belching out vocals straight from the fathomless depths and shifting shape within each track so perfectly and precisely that I’m smiling here and bobbing my head in total subservience. “Wall of Violence” alone incites feelings of a diseased mind initiating radical and angry change, while “Ye Pigs of Little Faith” has one of the more engaging breakdowns that seems to drive a bass line into your head while continuously battering your back and head with random fists and elbows, rendering you a helpless and lethargic mess. This album has caught my attention in the most sincere way and I’m emphatic in my assertion that this band is one to watch, promote and salute.
When attempting a death/thrash hybrid one must consider all of the scrutiny that comes with a fan base so sick and tired of being promised the necessary ingredients only to have a weak substitute thrown in its place. This is one of the only solid correlations between politics and music, but I digress… What sets Deus Otiosus apart from other bands is simply the lack of polish and the wiped-clean edges of such volatile music. You can actually create a canvas of audio anger, buff it around the perimeter and still maintain a level of strenuous belligerence that won’t lose anything in the translation. While it seems at times that a track might begin to sound like another, the essential breakdowns usually carry the weight of such familiarity and crest right over into the toxicity of death metal at its absolute pinnacle.
The guitar work and drumming are gluttonous fluidity, providing a cemented look at the horrors of a female reworking ala “Whore Limbs”, which won’t bring your cantankerous grandmother out of her cubby hole for dinner with the family but will provide you with a deadly reason to keep her locked away. I’m always amazed at how a band can take some of the most bastardized riffs in history and somehow scrape the fat and find meat still edible for the voracious metal fan that salivates for such an album to pop up now and again. This is that album, and then some. By the time the album ends with the title track you’re still jumbling around the various riffs in your head, trying vainly to figure out which one is the most memorable. That, my friends, is why you listen to it again…and again.
From the top down, Murderer will take your fragile mind and beat it to holy hell; I only hope that you hear the same band doing important and highly credible things within the span 40-minutes and change. The essence of true hatred and disseminated rage is what you’ll experience with this album, so be forewarned of its tenacity and mace-wielding charms.
Rating: 9.5 out of 10
(Originally written for www.metalpsalter.com)