Fetid, Nightfucker and Grave Infestation at Astoria

Grave Infestation

Grave Infestation

Grave Infestation

Grave Infestation

Grave Infestation had a strong first set supporting Fetid from Seattle (record out soon on 20 Buck Spin) and locals Nightfucker. We briefly touched on their promo cassette entitled ‘Infestation of Rotting Death’ that is about to be released officially on June 1st. They play a monstrous brand of old-school death metal that is held to task by four members, three of which make up Ahna. This is another beast altogether, soaking up the bile and wringing it out in a distinct, putrid mess into your ears. Classic Death Metal done well. Raw as fuck and disgusting. Though this was their first show, they came out rehearsed and ready aside from a couple of quick moments to discuss what was next. It was an impressive start to what ended up being an enjoyable night of repugnant music. Grave Infestation will be on tour in Eastern Canada later this month and I highly recommend checking them out if you are in the area.

After treating us to tracks from both their demo and new promo cassette, Nightfucker took the the stage and coursed the audience through sluggish, hateful doom with scorched earth vocals screamed from the void. Doom is played by fucking everyone these days so when you manage to catch something interesting and worthy of the moniker, (lets face it - the term should mean something more than just ‘slow’) it carries the kind of weight it should. Too often bands get caught in the nuances of genre and forget that your personal delivery is what is most important and Nightfucker delivers. Every note is deliberate and executed like its the last they will play. Convinced that the best band of the night had just played, my guard was down for the absolute ferocity that was Fetid.

20 Buck Spin artists, Fetid, from Seattle came out and blasted through a raw, tight set combining the brutish chaos of early Cannibal Corpse with the grinding of Reek of Putrefaction, Carcass. What rules about bands like Fetid is that all of them end up being front-persons in their own right. No matter which member you watch. You have a drummer pounding fast, technical beats while letting loose rotten, guttural lead vocals, a bass player clawing at their instrument in trance-like accuracy or a guitar player displaying positively wretched leads so infectious you can feel them snapping the nerve endings inside your brain. The whole thing is fucking impressive. Pick up the record. Vancouver death metal shows are only getting better. Catch the disease.

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