Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Album Review: Dead Neanderthals - Blood Rite EP


The free jazz and experimental underground sound sprite Dead Neanderthals is animated through the incantations and codifying intentions of Dutch duo Otto Kokke and RenĂ© Aquarius, performing the sax and drums respectively. Throughout the years they have hunted the beats of the celestial plain to steal from them the mysteries of the meta-reality that ungirds the plain of illusion that the rest of us lowly humans inhabit. Through countless collaborations and hours of insight mining, Dead Neanderthals have assembled a prodigious catalog of wildly divergent releases that evocatively intertwine elements of noise, drone, and even grindcore into a pantheon of genre breaching scions of dimension piercing consciousness. 

2020 was meant to be the band’s 10th anniversary year, celebrated with a four-set performance at this year’s Roadburn, an occasion that was dashed due to COVID. The only semblance of the circumvented celebration is a new real EP dropped by the band this past July, titled Blood Rite. Now, most of Dead Neanderthals’ albums are notable for their subtlety of form and construction; even when they embrace harsh aesthetics, Blood Rite is not that. 

Switching out the sax for a murderous, cacophonous synth tone, the latest EP from Dead Neanderthals is a single-track, brutalizing doom-death annihilation exhibition. It sounds like this album is flowing out of the front doors of a burning cathedral that is slowly being sucked into the chasms of hell. RenĂ©’s vocals sound like the cries of a beast unearthing itself from a death-like slumber, clawing its way out from under the weight of dead earth and through a trellis of rotten tree roots. The synths, as previously mentioned, have a teeth-bared snarl to them that rivals the threat made by even the fiercest of death metal guitar feedback. This is not a good place to start if you are new to Dead Neanderthals’s work, but if you are looking for something to smash the dense monotony of your day into a thousand spinning shards, then I suggest you take the collar off this animal and let it run wild in your head chamber.