Pestilent Decay - 10 Tunes of Fusion Slam (2012)

Fucking Canada, man, back at it with the heavy awesomeness. Pestilent Decay is a dude from Ontario, Canada named Michael Carnovale who plays slamming instrumental technical deathgrind, as he puts it. Long-ass label aside, 10 Tunes of Fusion Slam is easily the best thing I've listened to all week. Basically, it's slam death combined with all sorts of random genres, from ska, pop punk and thrash all the way to djent and Sunn O)))-style doom metal. It's both funny and well-executed and you should definitely check it out. It'll brighted your day. Here's the full tracklist (because that's what instantly hooked me), followed by bandcamp and Facebook links. This guy is the bomb.

01. Saturday Slam Fever (Discofunkslam) (01:32)
02. Djentslam (01:00)
03. Streetlight Slamifesto (Skaslam) (01:09)
04. Garageslam (00:55)
05. Slam 182 (Poppunkslam) (02:15)
06. Burzlam (Blackenedslam) (01:38)
07. Dirty Slammin Imbeciles (Thrashslam) (00:48)
08. Calcuslam (00:56)
09. Shufflin Slam (Matewan) (00:54)
10. Slamm O))) (Dronedoomslam) (08:19)

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BR00TAL FRIDAY: Voracity - Demo (2012)

Today I'm in the bullshit capital of Bucharest on some legal business and I'm riding around in smelly buses while dodging the infernal heat, which means I'm not around for Br00tal Friday. This post was actually written yesterday, so it's kinda like you're reading a message from the future. Or the past. Dinosaurs. What?

Anyway, fear not, as I'm most likely blasting some sweet death metal either way - you know how I be - and I'm still here to bring you our weekly feature. Voracity is a young up-and-coming brutal death metal outfit from fucking Ukraine, which should already make your slam sense tingle, because everybody knows the Slavs got it going on. Their self-titled demo shits forth six tracks of unapologetic slam death insanity complete with gut-churning guitar chugs, plenty of blast beats, ultra-low gargled vocals and even some pig squeals thrown in for good measure.

It's promising stuff, as these guys keep it pretty oldschool, delivering the sick jamz like in the days of early Devourment. So in short, GET THIS. By the time you're reading this, I'm hopefully done lurching around the big city and I'm cooling off at Burger King. Oh wait, I can't, because Burger King has packed their bags and left. FML.