Review: Forbidden Temple – Draculhearsals
The vinyl of In The Rotting Grave hasn’t even cooled yet, and Agaliarept and Tenebrae of Forbidden Temple are already hurling another dripping slab of filthy Black Metal our way. This time it manifests as an obscure, cellar-stenched tape ritual bearing the wonderfully wretched name Draculhearsals.
What crawls out of those magnetic reels is pure, unfiltered decay: riffs that hit like rust-eaten shovels smashing against gravestones, drums that sound as if they were recorded in a drafty mausoleum corridor, and vocals resembling a half-rotten corpse retching out one final curse.
Forbidden Temple once again proves that true Black Metal shouldn’t be tidy, it should ooze, fester, and scrape at the edges. Draculhearsals is an ode to raw essence, a return to the kind of hellish primitivism that thickens your blood and fills your lungs with grave dust.
Where other bands desperately dig for perfection, Forbidden Temple, just like their countrymen Moenen of Xezbeth and Perverted Ceremony, choose to embrace decay. They keep things deliberately filthy, instinctive, and ferally raw; the kind of Black Metal that doesn’t try to please but simply is: a jet-black surge of pure gut-level energy. This is music that grinds, bites, and refuses to be polished, and that is precisely what makes it so irresistible.
You have to love it… and I damn well do. Draculhearsals once again shows why Forbidden Temple rise effortlessly above the masses: uncompromising, haunting, and saturated with crypt stench.
87/100
Gramschap:
Instagram
Facebook
Gramschap Website