Teitanblood - Seven Chalices Review
by Matt Hensch
"Seven Chalices" is so unacceptably filthy that any individual not familiar with various death/black metal approaches will find it violating and repulsive beyond their wildest dreams. Indeed, that was my original take on this when I acquired it several months ago, but after understanding the roots and influences Teitanblood pay homage to, such as Celtic Frost and Autopsy, I became impressed, maybe even satisfied. Hell, I'll flat out say there ain't another death/black metal group out in our small, blue planet that can achieve a slither of the gruesomeness our Spanish comrades have made, and hot damn, it's a gory mess from beginning to end. Teitanblood's approach is cold, deadly, and primitive enough to make the death metal necrophiliacs worldwide stop the constant desecration and roast the massive tribute to old-school insanity provided by these Spanish marauders.
Obviously, the sole quality behind "Seven Chalices" will appeal to metalhead's on any level: ravenous death metal showing tints of Celtic Frost's fury, the doom of Autopsy, and the annihilated edge provided by countless other classic bands that crafted a stern, violent legacy. Teitanblood thrashes in a maniacal frenzy loaded with riff after riff of stellar worship of these groups, doused in the band's own individualism that features well-written objects blasted into obilivion through the proper idolization of said factions and qualities; nothing fancy at all, but it does the trick. The album does have a unique ability to grow on the listener, making it even more irresistible after the onslaught has become a custom. Overall, nothing about Teitanblood is totally original per se, yet they have a blood-stained power to capture the best of death/black metal in its primordial stage, only a few decades ex post facto. Many try, only few succeed; Teitanblood earns their right to boast the later.
Also, the record sounds like it was taped under an unearthed tomb beneath the world's most notorious Indian burial ground; totally unbalanced, unclear and dirtier than worms in filth. Teitanblood's direction is definitely the one quality some will love and others detest. "Seven Chalies" runs for a monolithic hour under the sign of old-school extreme metal that typically remains in the same circumference of material, yielding minimal variety overall. I do believe Teitanblood is dynamic enough to eject the issue for the most part, but it's definitely something that needs awareness, yet they make up for it with riffs, riffs, riffs, and more soul-slaying riffs.
Also, the interludes laced throughout "Seven Chalices" just stink of pure, rotten evil down to the bone. There are three in total, each one making the record even more scary than the cannibalistic slaughter Teitanblood so elegantly emits, and are nothing to skip over. No matter what the person or entity claim, know Teitanblood is as old-school and disturbing as death metal can get without becoming a self-parody or silly charade. If you got the thirst for the grave, call the guys from Teitanblood; they'll bring the casket.
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