Metal Blade
February 5th 2008
When the whine of the drill commences, memories of scenes in the movie Hostel arise - a man strapped to a chair with a drill burrowing into his flesh - and then the music begins. Overtly technical, destructive, and unceasing, Brain Drill have created a monster of a first album that gives a new meaning to the word “extreme.” Do not, I repeat, do not expect the destruction to lessen at any time. At about 1:54 minutes into the title track “Apocalyptic Feasting,” the vocals have the effect of pissed of Gods arguing inside St. Peter’s Basilica. Dylan Ruskin’s (Burn at the Stake) guitar offers a fury of seemingly effortless neck-hopping from low bludgeoning riffs to some of the craziest finger-tapping I’ve ever encountered, and Marco Pitruzzella’s (Vital Remains, Vile) endless blast beats seem to break the laws of physics. I mean, like shouldn’t these guys implode or something?
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