When I first started this blog four years ago, my intention was to support good underground bands that had been largely ignored, even by the underground metal elite. Obviously, the site has grown immensely since then, but today I’d like give a throwback to the early days of Underworld by supporting a great band that I haven’t heard anyone talk about on metal forums or at shows. Argentinian thrashers, Vomit of Doom have been shrouded in obscurity since they formed back in 2009 and for no good reason. The band kicks ass.
Aside from the fact that I love the band’s name, as it harkens back to a simpler time in heavy metal history, not so pretentious and reliant on medical dictionaries and esoteric grimiores, a time when Bill and Ted and Beavis and Butthead defined what it meant to rock, Vomit of Doom lives up to the coolness of their name by writing neck breaking unapologetic thrash. Vomit of Doom describes their sound as blackened thrash. I think these days, blackened thrash has just become a fall back genre for thrash bands that write uglier riffs and can’t be likened to the upbeat bay area sound that has defined the genre. Not that we don’t love you Vio-Lence.
But Vomit of Doom has created a sound that’s truly old school. While I don’t hear a huge blackened influence, there is definitely a rawness to their sound that’s reminiscent of extreme metal’s beginnings. They sound like they came right out of 1987, not like they’re trying to. They just are. The band’s most recent EP, entitled Magnus Cruelty, can be compared to the sounds of early Sepultura, or Poison (the German band not the gay ass glam band). There’s even hints of early death metal sprinkled in the sound, think Death or Possessed. Tracks are short, generally under three minutes in length, and each one pummels the listener with pure, bludgeoning ferocity.
Vomit of Doom achieves their perfected aggressive sound with slightly dirty, lo-fi production, piercing solos, and sickening riffs that will punch you in the face. L. Warpig Venomous Abominator’s vocals are absolutely disgusting, high-end growls that will leave you wanting more. Adding to the band’s classic thrash repertoire is the anthemic quality of each song. This is definitely the kind of music to pound your fist to while screaming NO DIVINE!!! at the top of your lungs. Every song on the album is memorable but the interlude in the middle left me, as an American listener confused. Other than that, Magnus Cruelty is practically a perfect old school thrash album, aggressive and fast as fuck. Even the intro and the outro were perfectly tied in with the rest of album, only adding to the nostalgia of the band’s uniquely old school thrash sound. But listen for yourself. Happy listening. Hails!