Review by Carl on April 18, 2022.

Caveman Cult, you either love them to death or you loathe them for embodying about every clichë you can think of when it comes to the war metal genre. Me, I fall in firmly in the first category, but as a side note I should mention that to my feeling the genre has become stale and, I hesitate to say but still, boring. Ten to fifteen years ago, this stuff was a much-needed blast of putrid miasma in a scene that had become too nice, even artsy, for its own good. Now that we are a good 12 597 365 bands further on (no need to check these numbers, I counted them. Honest.), the hurricane has blown itself out, and I personally prefer to keep to the acts I am accustomed to, spare some scarce interesting newcomers.

This may sound weird about a band like Caveman Cult, but on their newest glob of bile and venom, they have refined their sound a bit. Well, that is to say, in comparison to their last full length Savage War Is Destiny, at least. Their debut was an utterly bonkers exercise in tuneless savagery (and I mean this in the nicest way possible, I loved that album!), only intended to beat the listener into sputtering pulp, while on this one just a teensy-weensy more care has gone into the production and material, so it seems. I can actually make out what's being played here. Don't worry, though, apart from the overall sound that has been given a tiny bit of breathing space, everything else has stayed pretty much the same. The riffs still sound as if your face is being put through a meat grinder and the drummer still blastbeats his way through the strangulating wall of distorted noise and vocal vomit, while vehemently name-checking their primary influences like Black Witchery, Revenge and Conqueror. Melody they still don't do (thank the goatlord) and the sole aim of the music is still frothing-at-the-mouth aggression and dementia. Just your average day in the Caveman Cult household, you know, wouldn't want it any other way, to be honest. This stuff rules!

Yet there is something I always have in the back of my head when listening to their stuff though, and that is the fact that I have this nagging feeling that there is a joke being played on me. This comes from the inclusion of a Torche member in their ranks, which makes me suspicious about their motives somewhat. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that guy who goes around deciding who is true and/or worthy enough to play so-and-so style of music, far from that, but I get this feeling sometimes that these guys formed the band to see how far they could take this until people caught on. The music of Caveman Cult is so over the top and, as stated in the first paragraph, checks off about all the trademarks you'd expect from the genre, that it makes me a bit suspicious. After all, the guys in Torche have quite a special sense of humor, don't they? On the other hand, they are on NWN Productions, whose owner Yosuke Konishi is no moron and knows what he involves himself into, and add to that the fact that their brand of remorseless grinding black/death metal is executed to the nines, I gladly give them the benefit of the doubt.

So there you have it: a short but sweet blast of furious black/death metal rage that sounds utterly impressive and scores about an 11 out of 10 in the intensity stakes. Those into savage war metal can grab on without hesitation, anyone else into groovier and/or melodic styles of metal don't have to waste time on it. If all choices in life were just this simple, eh?

Rating: 8.5 out of 10

Review by Alex on August 31, 2021.

Caveman Cult emergent at a time when this bestial black death thing was really starting to pick up momentum within the underground with their name rapidly becoming one of the modern monsters of the savage genre alongside Abysmal Lord, Weregoat and Crurifragium to name a few. Their debut album was a wild-one, it added to the fabric we know and love so much. Not with any goofy shit, but with the tried-and-true formula and a pinch of their own attitude. It’s been some time since then but now there back and you don't have to ponder what the fuck they're up to. Its Caveman Cult for fuck’s sake, it’s pretty much self-explanatory. Blood And Extinction brings the noise and barbarity in all its raging glory for a whopping 21 minutes of audial vitriol.

Blood And Extinction opens exactly how I would have predicted it to. Leading you into the deranged domain of bestiality with raw riffs and primitive drumming as it should, ideally matched with the vocal c-HARM of an uncivilized frontman with a production managing to capture the sonic blood-spill and mangling, this album will leave you feeling dirty and overpowered. Onwards down the tunnel of Damar inspired racketing to carvings such as Eternal Warfare, Plunder and Bondage and my favorite off the album 'Cannibal Feast'; Caveman Cult draw you back to a time when only the strong truly prevailed. No fucking dweebs, it was either kill or be killed, the titan cock fucks the pussy, the sharpest knife cuts the meat.

Just with the right amount of noise on a closing track like 'Bestial Carnage' and the riffing rigor inspired by the likes of Revenge, Blood Chalice and Diocletian, Caveman Cult conjure a primal force not to be toyed with on this 21-minute razor sharp riff-o-rama, vocal and drumming battle fatigue inflicted, mayhem mended recording. This is not for anyone, shouldn't have to say that, but some mainstream fucker will complain about the compositions and production. An axe made of stone and stick will strike down the wimp with unforgiving fury and brute force, a 'Violencia Arraigada' like splinters of glass marinated in boneless bloody beef; this is the album for the carnivores of the underground.

Slaughter and molest relentlessly, this visceral offering from Caveman Cult assert itself within the circle of bestiality, anointed with blood, fat and coronated in a cave forgotten by time.

Rating: 8.2 out of 10