The two men which make up Zombiefication are my Mexican amigos of death. Hearing the initial blueprint of "Reaper's Consecration" conjures something almost entirely different than what one should expect from a death metal band from this corner of the world. In fact, the average metal fan—assuming we all know our regional traits by now—should appropriately assume the buzzsaw production and bass-heavy atmosphere hail from Sweden; Zombiefication merely reanimates the core fundamentals of death metal à la Entombed and Grave with utmost precision. This tiny EP trucks on for twenty-six minutes, yet the punches are packed diligently and it's a pound-for-pound onslaught of savage, grotesque death metal that spews blood and liquidized organs all over the place.
This is exactly what you‘d expect it to be: ripping death metal with no mercy attached. "Dead Today, Dust Tomorrow" is probably my prime cut from the EP, because its catchy, warm centers are loaded with bestial heaviness and traditional brutality, and every aspect of the tune catches the Swedish foundation accurately. "Deathrides" and "We Stand Alone" each apply separate tempo shifts and patterns than the rest of the EP; the riffs on the former force your head to bang even if you refuse its presence, and the release's conclusion adds a handful of impressive melodies to the ravenous product. "Necrohell" and "I Am The Reaper" are on the underside of "Reaper's Consecration" despite remaining honest to the decomposing colors of their remaining counterparts based on the riffs and compositional progressions, although it largely seems like it could be my personal preference because I'm a picky douche.
Needless to say, "Reaper's Consecration" is nothing more than Zombiefication sucking brains out of cracked craniums because they worship a bunch of Swedish cannibals. Nothing remarkable is truly captured within its pint-sized running time obviously, but my bones are fractured and my flesh is torn as if I encountered any legitimate death metal project with its morals (or lack thereof) in order. Yea, you've probably heard this a thousand times before, but it's definitely an item worth grabbing if you don't mind witnessing an energetic band praise and hail Sweden's homemade slice of damnation once more. Give this a swing if you need your Entombed itch scratched or simply long for bloodthirsty death metal which won't ever stop shattering skulls.