Primitive Man- Scorn (Relapse Records)

A nasty sludge surprise for lovers of all things grim and hate-filled.
Release Date: 
20 Aug 2013 (All day)

Disgusting, horrifying, gut-wrenching . . . these are just a select few phrases that make my ears prick up when I hear people talking about a new release. Is this release going to drag you down to the depths of hatred and dispair? Will it sonically decay your cranium from the inside out? Will it alienate your friends and loved ones should they happen upon you playing it out loud? If the answer to all of these is "yes" then sign me the fuck up.

Scorn is the debut album from a trio of Denver miscreants known as Primitive Man that seem to have crawled forth from the same festering, corpse-ridden swamp that spawned Eyehategod 25 years ago. However, this is the 21st century, and the ensuing quater-century's worth of fermentation in that swamp has conspired to create something far more hideous, vile and pestilent.

Sounds compelling so far, no?

Certainly, there is no room for the faint of heart, when right out of the gate, the monstrous title track is unleashed upon us. A 12 minute behemoth that is as relentless as it is punishing. Dragging on at glacial pace with swaths of feedback tempered with the anguished howls of Ethan McCarthy, the large gaps between notes aren't so much a breather as they are a vortex sucking your lungs dry of oxygen before the next pounding blow hits your skull. There's a suffocating atmosphere about this album that makes even the quieter tracks such as I Can't Forget or Black Smoke feel as if you're bearing the weight of Atlas on your shoulders.

For the select few with the kind of palate required to enjoy this kind of dissonance however, this is sludge at its best. The Eyehategod/NOLA template has been infected with a strain of Deathspell Omega-itis and is occasionally prone to a violent crust punk outburst that is a typical symptom of patients such as California's Dystopia; just look at Antietam for a perfect example of how all these elements come together to form a truly sickening brew.

Scorn is one of the strongest pieces of aural filth to be unleashed upon an unsuspecting populace in 2013. I urge anyone curious as to whether they can withstand, or even enjoy, such hateful malice to take the plunge into that ancient swamp and rediscover the primitive man that lives within each of us.