MP3 Slave Traitor - Man Infest Destiny
Post-apocalyptic grinding metallic doom.
6 MP3 Songs in this album (24:16) !
Related styles: METAL/PUNK: Sludge Metal, METAL/PUNK: Heavy Metal
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Ready to once again deliver a pile-driving hammer with their latest CD release "Man Infest Destiny", Slave Traitor play aggressive metal featuring the triple vocals of bassist Marc Burno, guitarists Eric Kempton and Jake Willanger, all backed by drummer Steve Hass.
Slave Traitor''s "Man Infest Destiny" is a 6-song CD done with renowned engineer/producer Jack Endino. Mastering duties were handled by Alan Douches at West West Side Music. The highly-distinctive artwork was painted by the acclaimed artist Brian Snoddy.
With "Man Infest Destiny", Slave Traitor is setting off a musical explosion that will inflame old fans and indoctrinate the new.
Review by Hellride Music:
I have been on edge waiting for this one and let me be the first to say, Seattle’s Slave Traitor are ready to take on the world with their new record Man Infest Destiny. Their first LP, Black Narcissus took metal and slowed it down to a doom crawl. Kind of in the way Crowbar did but with a huge original spin on the style. Bustling with a triple vocal attack, ultra doom-y thrash riffs and unique lyrical content; the Traitor quickly jumped into my list of favorite newer bands.
Armed with renowned grunge titan, Jack Endino twiddling the knobs, the Slave Traitor juggernaut headed into the studio and came back with a vicious monster that improves on Black Narcissus in every way. I can’t even begin to tell you how much sharper the song-writing is this time around. You need to hear this with your own two ears. As good as “Black Narcissus” is there is so much more going on with “Man Infest Destiny” that it is hard to even catch a breath, let alone find time to make comparisons to the debut.
All it takes is one listen of the furious opener, “Wilderness of Mirrors” to know that these guys mean business! A rumbling intro builds a swinging doom groove that borrows from Drop Out era 16 but thrashes things up in terms of tonality, technicality and vocal abuse. Immediately following this section is a shredding blast of frostbitten, chord progressions that shoves a fistful of black metal up the doom genre’s ass with multi-headed vocal carnage lunging directly for the throat. The tri-vocal approach is even deadlier this time around; you can tell who’s who in terms of the deliveries with each voice making a distinct impact; from the guttural growl to the snarling mid-range sneer and the strained, Kirk Windstein howl. They are all there and getting due time to share the stage equally. Then when the boys throw a bluesy, metal-laden guitar solo overtop the rhythm section’s weighty doom groove and the second guitar’s boiling riff, they’ve completely done me in. My brain has literally been blown out of my ass and all of my bones reduced to jelly.
Right out of the bullpen the band has my senses reeling and then comes “Burning Sniper” which hits me in the chin with the force of a cinder block. I’m down for the count at this point; ST literally slipped me a Mickey and snuck a brass knuckle into their boxing gloves. Mixing up a balanced platter of punchy, metallic doom with slower Sabbath churns hasn’t sounded this original to my ears in sometime. Punishing but with a gritty underpinning of melody in both music and words (especially in the strained singing during the chorus); the track radiates many emotions from hope to hate with a ferocious swagger that won’t find its way out of your brain anytime soon. There’s a nice 70’s groove later in the tune which further shows the lengths to which ST travel to bring you back their cosmic crunch. Intensity unfolds in the form of consistently groovy riffs, superior drum battery from the quiet and unassuming Steve Haas and menacing, top-notch vocal trade-offs that splinter off in a variety of directions that keep things fresh and only stirs up more originality in their dirt-caked, metallic brew.
Forceful, mid-tempo and mean as hell comes the shredding rage of “Pill Cutter” which bares resemblance to the smoldering aggression of Black Narcissus’s best songs but with vocals ten times as spiteful, far more hopeless doom-baked metal riffs and a drawn-out melodic dissonance that only enhances the band’s swirling vortex of pain. This odd, slightly beautiful bit of distortion adds a strange vulnerability to a song filled with down-trodden riffs that plow straight through eardrums and flatten any remaining gray matter you might have kicking around upstairs. It is that damn good. A weird mixture of 16, Crowbar, Celtic Frost, High on Fire, early Slayer and Unearthly Trance (The Trident era) comes to my mind. So hard to point a finger on some of the things influencing these guys and it always melts into a mosaic of destructive sound that can only be defined as ST; nothing cookie-cutter about the way these cats get things done!
We return to the land of galloping, icy as the winter night metal for “The Middle Passage” which allows the slightest hint of black metal to seep into the sneering, screaming vocals of the first verse (which return to that excellent form of growled singing for the chorus) and surging guitar that puts doom on the backburner and brings wasteland- riding metal to the forefront. The chorus shines with a moody, slightly Sabbath tinged doom shuffle but allows blackened ambience to appear in the guitar work shortly thereafter shedding an entirely different light on what has come so far. Another masterpiece if you ask me.
Closing the record is the one-two knockout punch of “Insult” and “Dust in the Wound”. The former is slower and doom-y in the vein of Crowbar but with nasty vocals and an odd adherence to black metal’s best, eerie shades of melody and the latter comes charging in loaded for bear with brutal, mid-tempo thrash that trades blows with crushing doom heft and gang screams n’ shouts that will have the listener’s soul kicked into a sandstorm of white-rage, capable of mowing down everything in one’s path. A tremendous finale of groovy, white-knuckle rhythmic shifting and catchy sludge riffs toss the icing on the cake and then fry it up with a flamethrower.
Everything that ST unleashes here is tremendous and captured with perfection by Endino. Fresh off his production of High on Fire’s Death is this Communion; Jack seems to really have developed an ear for the metal cum doom skullduggery going on in modern times. Man Infest Destiny sounds, HUGE. Nothing is out of place with the thickest of tones emerging from all stringed instruments, venomous vocals coming through loud n’ clear and a booming, natural drum sound providing the most decisive of backing thunder.
When 2008 comes to a close, Man Infest Destiny will stand high as one of the year’s finest albums (in any genre). A masterpiece that all fans of extreme metal, doom and sludge can sink their teeth into. Might be my number one album of the year so far…I think ten listens in a day and half says something for just what kind of beast we are dealing with. Essential listening for all of you out there and don’t forget to check out their previous behemoth, Black Narcissus if you are still one of the stragglers that hasn’t gotten a proper ST education yet!