With so much death metal around that is neither that spiteful nor gritty, it takes a band like Black Curse to put that impotence in perspective and showcase the true meaning of animosity and hostility, by amplifying both traits to the point where one rightfully wonders how much sense it actually makes to even listen to something so heavily charged with bad intentions towards the listener. With the depiction of some strange beheaded creature jumping through the window in panic after it caught fire (or breaking out of the grave as another pair of eyes might perhaps see it), the music substance on Endless Wound does all the justice in the world to such a disturbing visual, making this album feel like something that could indeed set anyone on fire or lead into hysteric frenzy.
The fact that Black Curse signed with Sepulchral Voice Records shouldn’t come as such a big surprise, considering how well they fill the void left by the relative inactivity of some of their labelmates in recent years, bands like Degial, Vorum or even Grave Miasma. It’s not only dense, unhinged atmosphere of their music that makes those comparisons viable, there’s also something to be said for some of the riffs on Endless Wound that are foul and depraved in a very particular way that suggests some strange, sordid spiritual bond between this album and the latest efforts by all those bands.
Another thing that makes Black Curse worthwhile and interesting is the fact that they are not a bunch of obscure lunatics no one knows about, but a band comprised of young Denver based musicians, better known for their work in much more sophisticated and intricate acts like Spectral Voice or Blood Incantation. For some strange reason, having awareness of this duality makes the whole Black Curse experience even more appealing, as it showcases their equal capability to be both refined and primitive, depending on the mood they’re in, and that making albums as thoroughly insane as Endless Wound isn’t their destiny, but a conscious decision.
Black Curse have a deep understanding of the unwritten rules of this music. They know how to push ugliness and brutality to the point when there is something bizarrely pleasing about them, either by unleashing utter madness without any self-restraint whatsoever or by capitalizing on repetition of some slower sequence or a riff, like during the first half of Enraptured By Decay for example, or halfway through Endless Wound, the eponymous track. Add a layer of demented screaming on top of that already genuinely deranged musical tapestry, wrap all that in the filthiest, grittiest, the most primal production one can imagine, and witness how what appears to be nearly forty minutes of noise slowly turns into one of the most satisfying death metal records you are likely to hear this year.
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