MYCONITH (ENVIROGLUTTON)

  Brutal Death Metal. Random in-genre sifting—the exciting part that at most/best leads to the ush; relentless self-indulgence in gore, guts—and goo, automatically making outliers a less disappointing consideration: Such as Myconith. 

  Biological Science Fiction. This is a first encounter from a Death Metal band purveying such; and a Brutal Death Metal one just alienates itself off to the less served branch of sci-fi. AGAINST THE GRAIN / GAIN IN-STATE ARGH!

  What makes this interesting is bands associating themselves with physical sci-fi tend to obsess over weird OUTER WORLDS / RULED TO ROWS effects. Myconith is neither from that school, nor does it's take on Brutal Death Metal for now incorporate for such. Either from speculation, disregard, or something is in the offing.

  Murky from the out-pour with groovy vents. This is what the murkiness provides—rummaging through the thickest mire of greenery and pulsating with with bog-like entrapments one can't help plodding even faster. Realistically it's the groove that holds it together. Heard in song one as it preps for closure—before the short but tasty solos in the second song. Beyond that is death metal fare and sounds—live scene from the inter-planetary onslaughts as life forms intermingle with with spores. some DM bands blast, while others groove; keeping the two drawing lines on forms of brutality—when not dispensing both.

  The drummer is more likely on a pace after the axe-man. Audibly visible all over Shroomshire. Enviroglutton is the better of the lot with upfront riffing. The leads have a penchant for Entombed-core with the kind of tone used. Although quite formulaic in display of chops in moshing sections. This does not render it any less headbangable. The only question left is why let those tasty licks trail off like smears when they add substance to the heaviness that is dragged through grime and countless swarms of Myconid species off the fourth dimension—in an effort to sporify the listener's oblongata.

  It has its serving of slam, the songs are short, but nothing short of melodic sections—check title track—and heavy breakdowns; sometimes ending or surrounded by unpaced melodic riffs. Murky production keeps things enjoyably lurking in grime. This is the alpha of a concept band unfurling the events surrounding Deimos 9, a star-port system on the edge of the galaxy.