Album
Type: 12” EP
Date
Released:17/2/2015
Label: Relapse
Records
“Home
Is Where The Hatred Is” DD//LP tracklisting:
1.
Loathe
2.
Downfall
3.
Bag Man
4.
A Marriage With Nothingness
Review:
“Home
Is Where The Hatred Is” picks right up where “Scorn” left off, but continuing
the stark decline into tonal depravity. There is a soulless emptiness
that rises throughout this release and love them or loathe them, Primitive Man
completely captures this sound and does dirty, dirty things to it.
This
lesson in severe depressive anxiety begins with “Loathe” an 11 minute pummelling.
Tension begins with seconds of feedback then the beatings begin! Bass and drums
hammer out in unison with thunderous tones building and building, just waiting
for it to break. As soon as the guitar breaks in, everything switches to a
discordant drive with super clean heavy tom fills. Then just like that,
everything drops out to a hate filled crawl with perfect guttural growls that
coat everything Primitive Man has ever done. At about the 6 min mark, the mood
swings continue with riffs that well up the feelings of all hope is lost and we
are standing in the middle of the great undoing. These riffs keep pulverizing
you, dragging you down deeper and deeper into this madness.
Already
aurally exhausted, then “Downfall” kicks you in the gut with a faster paced
crust punk feel with vocals that call out to the darkness within. There are
blasts of blackened grind that rise up for a moment, only to be swallowed up by
the oppressive sludge, the kind that resonates with all things negative, and
the absolute worthlessness that resides within the heart of man.
“Bag
Man” staggers forth, unapologetically pinning the listener down beneath the
weight of this behemoth. Straight forward in its approach, plodding along and
making no excuses for the destruction in its wake. Off kilter riffs over a
superb rhythm section tying together everything that madness and fever dreams
are about. The tempo starts dragging at the end of the track, punishing and
overwhelming.
“A
Marriage with Nothingness” finishes off this release leaving you feeling more
uncomfortable than one thought possible going into it. It’s more in line with
some of their noise tracks, but riddled with samples of either a woman’s moans
of ecstasy, or of torture, or possibly both. Either way, it gives me the
impression that I’m hearing something that I shouldn’t be hearing and leaves me
feeling dirty and wanting to take a shower.
This
is such an amazing album, from start to finish. It is a harsh lesson in musical
brutality and severe psychosis. The tone and quality achieved from each of the
members is hard to beat these days, so in my opinion, this is truly a sick,
sick release.
Words by:
Eric Crowe
Limited
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