Folter Records, 29.03.19 Flykt comes from Stockholm, and was formed in 2016.
The information about the Swedes is quite sparse.
The identity of the members is exempt from public insight, but it's stated that the band consists of members from Valkyrja and Rev 16:8.
Which of course allows for qualified guessing.
Not that I see any point in resorting to speculation.
The most important thing, after all, is the music itself, and the music on Charnel Heart is definitely strong enough to stand on its own feet.
Charnel Heart is a debut that reeks of a blazing inferno. The band plays black metal. No surprise there. What raises the eyebrows is the quality of their black, misanthropic aggression. The Swedes get everything right on their first attempt. Although this isn't exactly the first time they pick up their instruments and go in studio.
Along with infernal and infamous black metal at a furious pace, Flykt offers a dim, profane atmosphere, accompanied by copious amounts of melody. The lyrics are conveyed with frothing wrath, the strings with rather virtuous brilliance, and the drums with rapid panache. The songs have their identity without splaying in all directions, and the riffs are spot on. The killer songs are lined up, and there's no point calling attention to any one song or passage.
The sound comes courtesy of Wing Studios, with mixing from Norwegian Studio Nyhagen, and compliments the material superbly. With fiery strings, thunderous drums and rich drumming, this sounds bitingly cold and glowing hot at the same time. The song material and profane soundscape on Charnel Heart speaks for itself. Flykt is a band worth taking a note of.
PS: In two weeks, the Swedes release a short EP titled Through the Earth and Through the Sun. Rating: 5
After being dead and buried for 10 years, the corpse came back to life, embarking on the painstaking process of digging through half-decayed casket wood and several feet of hard-trampled soil.
After half a dozen misc releases since 2014, the dead men finally released their first album in early 2019, just 30 years after the inception. So don't call me slow when I spend less than a year writing a few sentences about Iihtallan.
The Finns reel off angry and hostile death metal with elements of black disgust. While the guitars deliver roaring riffs with an unmistakably sonic stench of Nordic death metal, the vocals shriek out against life and lust in an infuriated manner. The decay has clearly infected the brain tissue of these buried-alive musicians.
Nine out of ten death metal bands appear to me as generic, same sounding clones. But sometimes exceptions emerge from unconsecrated soil to walk the earth as living dead, and spread death and destruction of a respectable standard. Festerday doesn't sound like everyone else, something that commands respect, and the fierce aggression deserve its dose of recognition. However, as you will surely expect, this is not an album consisting of crafty compositions. This is straight in the jugulars, warlike death metal. Simple as that.
After the song with the uplifting name Your Saliva My Vagina, the Finns almost touch upon black metal in the song with the somewhat more flippant title Let Me Entertain Your Entrails, which also comes in reprise in what I guess must be the raw mix version.