Blood And Extinction
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 10204