Full Of Hell are much loved for their willingness to push hardcore punk, that most noisy of rock-derived forms, into the territory of actual noise. That’s particularly the case with their Merzbow collaboration from a few years ago, but also true on pure Hell records like this! Trumpeting Ecstasy is a proper harsh blast from these deathgrinding maestros. On Profound Lore.
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You spend your whole life trying to be metal and doing metal bands and being a general metal guy and you finally get to the point where you think you might just have made the most miserable metal record in existence and then Full of Hell come and shit a sample of Werner Herzog talking about misery all over your hard work. ‘Trumpeting Ecstasy’, opening with that very sample, feels like a smirk and a nod by its makers about how funny it can be when you’re trying to make sounds at their most extreme; having bred a version of grindcore that is noisy, fragmented and worthy of Merzbow, it’s nice to see Full of Hell pull humour out of thin air too.
This is actually one of their most properly grindy releases to date, its super-short and pummelling songs going hard on the fast and doubling down on all the genre’s silliest trinkets, including low low growls and rat-squeaky screams, plus a couple of super good, noise-flecked breakdowns -- the one on “Bound Sphinx” is particularly good, getting slow and doomy with what sounds like a kettle whistling. The samples are deliciously, delightfully hardcore, moody and contextless and thrown in like adlibs to the overall pursuit of gloom. And the riffs: they are great and stupid, they are what make “Crawling Back to God” sound like a metal odyssey in a mere two minutes and seven seconds.
Possibly my favourite Full of Hell yet and they’ve never once made a bad record. This one packs the most punch, though: it doesn’t get weighed down by its muck, instead sloshing through it with glee.
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