Labels: self released
Review by: Alex Deller
Sometimes the world comes crashing down, and for whatever reason it’s nice to have a soundtrack. Maybe to assure you that you’re not alone in feeling the way you do, or maybe just to aid your wallowing in whichever cesspit of misery you’ve found yourself in.
Bands like this exist for times like that. They’re not going to tell you that there’s a glimmer of hope or a light at the end of the tunnel. Instead they’ll grab you roughly by the scruff of the neck and force you to look at life the way it is: a piece of fucking shit that’ll bleed you dry and spit you out at the end hobbled and broken. No pretty white lies and no promise that maybe everything’ll be ok in the morning.
This music sounds the way life is “” slow, miserable and shit-filled. Songs that are so drawn-out they positively ache, guttural vocals dredging up weary words from the pit of the belly and drumbeats raining down like a stonemason’s hammer. The influence of Corrupted seems to hang heavy in the air, though Otesanek still have depths to plumb before they reach those pestilential lows, perhaps due to the minimal relief offered by bastardized Sabbath riffs and infrequent blast beats that arise from nowhere and disappear just as mysteriously, like the ghost of Crossed Out sporadically troubling the almost-dead.
The listening is not easy, nor is it particularly pleasant. But if you’re the type of tormented soul who finds painful solace smothered in the misery of Corrupted, Grief or Noothgrush then you might have just found your next uncomfortable bedfellow.