Full of Hell
Trumpeting Ecstasy
(Profound Lore)
Full of Hell have set a new standard for not only themselves, but any bands diving into the realm of experimental metal with Trumpeting Ecstasy. After a couple of successful releases, the band uncovered what the possible splitting of an atom sounded like and crafted a musical score to the action. What’s left in the aftermath is a grueling 11 track, 23 minute encore of uncontrolled explosions, releasing through Profound Lore on May 5th.
Full of Hell waste no time kicking eardrums in with the cataclysmic opening pulses. “Deluminate” rattles its way through a variety of influences — encompassing a sphere of music that bleeds with excruciating heaviness. Trumpeting Ecstasy is palpable because of the many forms Full of Hell arm themselves with. The extreme speed of “Bound Sphinx” weld death metal with the aggressive stomps of hardcore beatdowns and the grim atmosphere of doom. At times a sludge driven, gnashing undertone is required to build the infrastructure before bringing a various amount of other elements to the track, as evidenced on “Gnawed Flesh.” The song grinds to a half with guttural growls rumbling over a slow but deafening breakdown.
Living up to their name well, Full of Hell create a stylistic sound that is sure to ring out in various circles of hell itself, painting a portrait of a rapture and bringing with it the sound of an apocalypse. The chaos presented with each song adds another layer for listeners to dissect, with the quartet laying everything on the table. “Fractured Quartz” is a spastic spitfire of speedy riffs with violent crashes. “Ashen Mesh” stuns the listener after opening rather quiet with a carnal yet rhythmic appeal.
Full of Hell leave no lair of metal unturned throughout the detonation that is Trumpeting Ecstasy. After ten songs full of agonizing screeches, “Trumpeting Ecstasy” grabs the listener’s sense of peace and forces it to mutate. Nicole Dollanganger opens the droning static with a vocal presence of isolated comfort, as if collecting earth’s ashes after its annihilation. It is a bitter yet beautiful image before Trumpeting Ecstasy closes with a six minute thrasher in “At The Cauldron’s Bottom;” a war torn world is left with pounding drums echoing in the silence.
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