Miasmal
The thing about swedish death metal bands like Miasmal is that they can totally be all cavalier and dismiss the undertaking of a 27-date tour of the U.S. on the strength of playing two live gigs, one cassette demo, a 7-inch EP and a debut LP that no one’s likely to have heard like it’s no big deal. Yet they fret over flights, transfers, travel documents and all that grown-up shit that most of us write down in ballpoint on our free hand. Gothenburg’s Miasmal, said cavalier Swedes, aren’t sweating the big stuff because they know their long-awaited, self-titled debut has all the Stockholmare savagery needed to roll any audience’s body clock back to the early ’90s. Battle-green but nonetheless bona fide commissioned officers on the ambassadorial strike team of new wave of old-school death metal (isn’t NWOSDM the coolest acronym? It’s the patched-denim NASA), Miasmal pack some serious heat by way of beyond-hench Entombed/Dismember riffs juiced with crust-punk urgency. They’re another crucial revivalist act bent on repealing death metal’s advancements of the last 20 years in favor of that retro-death vibe to make you shit yourself rigid. Miasmal’s gestation since 2008’s demo was extended by guitarist/frontman Pontus Redig’s commitments in crust champs Agrimonia. With pit stops scheduled at Maryland Deathfest and Chaos in Tejas, there’s no better time to end it.
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