Anyone who has had even a passing interest in death metal of the past few years has noted something of a Rennaissance period at present. Once again, a glut of bands are pushing through with serious brutality, the old guard are still baying at the gates (pun intended), demonstrating this is a genre in which bands have the chance to age like fine wine. Lastly, we have bands once again pushing progressive envelopes, experimenting and boundary-stretching into the cosmos and back.

Lecherous Nocturne are less concerned with the latter on their scathing opus, ‘Occultaclysmic’ .Now don’t lecherous on what true death metal is – it’s nocte your turne to speak. Heh.

Tower of Silence stays anything but, a spiraling rise of tight tremolo and lower-fret point-jumping technicality that gives a very Suffocation feel. Whereas death metal traditionally offers thick riffs to bludgeon the listener, much like the aforementioned veterans, Lecherous instead choose to pummel with an absolutely relentless barrage of tight labyrinthine twists and turns, palm muting, tremolo, blasts and  half-rasp-half-roar vocals that don’t let up for a second.

Seriously, I was becoming aurally and psychologically fatigued by this album at the halfway mark, in both a good and bad way. Good in that I believe that is their intention – the promo by-line did reel me in with ‘brutal technical death metal’, after all. And this is brutal. There is no room to breathe. Unfortunately that is somewhat of a fault at times as I also feel the insane talent demonstrated belies a creative ability that is somewhat squandered.

At least that’s what I think until Remembrance harps in morosely with a piano intro and a decidedly gloomier albeit still warp-speed appeal. Finally, the listener gets a chance for a breath. The poignant chords and piano are kept in check as a stringently tight set of blasts and imperceptibly tight bass speed it up into almost post-black metal territory, never settling on slow but becoming more melodramatic. An interesting instrumental that refuses to settle but is less clinically brutal than prior track.

As is to be fully expected, Unidimensional Eclipse brings the slaughter back to the fray, rippling with a descending spiraling riff that feels like being clutched at the throat by a deep denizen’s claws. The same permeation of absolute savagery and evil throughout this track mirrors those that came before, albeit opening with a devastating chugging breakdown riff. Just this small expanse alone, whilst one of the simplest riffs, is ironically one which made me the most attentive. From there, it’s back into that deep, abyssal and horrific plane of shredding torment. Lecherous may not be reinventing any wheels here, but theirs is a Mad-Max serrated spiky configuration which will strip your bones clean if you get too close. The roaring engine of the rhythm section driving a harsh grill, pieces stuck in the razor-sharp front of the guitars with a madman vocalist at the wheel.

I really can’t speak for much differentiating Psionics from the previous tracks, save for a really cool and interest black metal chord and tremolo progression that absolutely oozes venom. Could be something worth incorporating in future tracks for sure, guys.

Time’s Ceaseless Onslaught slightly brings the reins in once again, kicking off with bends and leads that could’ve come straight from classic-era Testament. But the band can’t help themselves, they’re completely blood-drunk, and by the midsection of the first verse they’re back to those infernal twisting tight riffs with blasts aplenty. This continues throughout the track, twisting and tearing, but by this point my attention is waning. Not due to lack of songwriting chops or boredom, merely the ever-presence of brutality sans reprieve wearing me down a tad. Again, this could potentially be what the band are aiming for in a day and age where every other death metaller is showing off their progressive prowess.

Planet of the Crossing rounds things off in the most diverse range of sounds yet. But by diverse, I’m not talking forays into Floyd-ian prog rock territory. I’m talking sludgy downtrodden post-metal and a hint of black metal too, all backed up by that unrelenting rhythm section. It’s enough to sate the listener through to an absolute wall-of-riffs that rings the whole shebang out.

You can pick up your copy of ‘Occultaclysmic’, out now, HERE!