Dense, thick and clotted with unspeakable muck that you’ll be smelling in the coarse grain of our skin for days to come: that’s Goldenpyre. Vocals are a cloacal grumble; riffs are constructed in Human Centipede fashion. Occasionally a moment of slippery melody seeps in to add to the dour atmosphere, as on ‘Meant To Suffer’ or ‘Last Paroxysm’. Morbid Angel, Incantation and Convulse serve as touchstones, though a dank, doomy vibe pervades. I wouldn’t say it’s a perfect death metal release by any stretch, but it’s certainly one that’s easy to sink down into while the band continue to heap ever more filth upon you.
