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Genre mutation is a dime a dozen in death metal these days. Sarpanitum, however, are the real deal, an alpha mutant with killer instincts and skills to pay the bills. At its core, this music is a pitch-black, dense, swarming mass of death akin to Paroxsihzem, Phobocosm, or early Dragged into Sunlight. The stunning lead guitars, however, churn up that darkness, causing tendrils of victorious melody to ascend and embrace their triumphant ethos.
Riffs of the mightiest sort are locked in a battle with brutal dissonance, driven forward by a swirling, mechanized rhythmic assault. Despite its martial mindset, Blessed Be My Brothers... is endowed with immense dynamics. These diverse compositions engage and disengage, soar and slaughter, lull and lop off heads. Celestial, surgical, and fascinating lead guitars are always at the forefront of Sarpanitum’s arsenal. I assure you that this shit will hit the spot.
Sarpanitum have taken my favorite flavor of modern death and added impossibly compelling melody. Immolation done nasty has crossed back over into realms of victorious march. Blessed Be My Brothers... is as addictive as it is unique. Keep an ear on this one; I hear longevity.