Музыка и песни Vore / Vore

Vore fucking rules. Why? Because they're dedicated. They've chosen a trade--no-frills, mid-paced, ball-swinging death metal--and devoted their lives to perfecting it. Gravehammer is their latest chronicle, and it further cements Vore as a death metal fan's death metal band. Much like 2005's Maleficus, Gravehammer doesn't blow its load immediately; in fact, it's best digested passively. Press play, put the thing at a moderate volume, and wait. Page Townsley's simplistic riffing and colossal growls cruise along, but this ride is built on rails of rhythm. When he links up with drummer Remy Cameron and they find a streamrollin' sweet spot, Vore is absolutely nuclear. Gravehammer relies on steady, stern pacing in the Bolt Thrower mold, thornwrapping it with clean, burly, Floridian production. Swagger is in plentiful supply, as is a knack for flogging the living shit out of a killer riff... and knowing exactly when to let it go. For example, take the vertebreaking bliss that they've nailed into the midsection of "Doomwhore," which might be the most catastrophic megaton riffbomb since SYL dropped "Aftermath." Or the pulverizing knuckledown of "The Claw is the Law," which fully compensates for whatever Inspector Gadget memories are conjured with help-my-blood-just-turned-to-lead heaviness. Vore is, and always has been, a band of moments, but this fact doesn't trivialize the whole. On Gravehammer, they exhibit their expert ability to step up at the right times while also engaging throughout the entire course of their lengthy compositions. Not every tactic in their arsenal need be lethal, and they employ their most severe attacks only when the opportunity is ideal. These are the hallmarks of a veteran band. A veteran band that knows--and loves--its craft. Vore are consummate craftsmen. Gravehammer is a motherfucking death metal clinic, and fans and peers alike should bow before Vore's cruel tutelage. Style: Heavy Metal

Vore fucking rules. Why? Because they're dedicated. They've chosen a trade--no-frills, mid-paced, ball-swinging death metal--and devoted their lives to perfecting it. Gravehammer is their latest chronicle, and it further cements Vore as a death metal fan's death metal band. Much like 2005's Maleficus, Gravehammer doesn't blow its load immediately; in fact, it's best digested passively. Press play, put the thing at a moderate volume, and wait. Page Townsley's simplistic riffing and colossal growls cruise along, but this ride is built on rails of rhythm. When he links up with drummer Remy Cameron and they find a streamrollin' sweet spot, Vore is absolutely nuclear. Gravehammer relies on steady, stern pacing in the Bolt Thrower mold, thornwrapping it with clean, burly, Floridian production. Swagger is in plentiful supply, as is a knack for flogging the living shit out of a killer riff... and knowing exactly when to let it go. For example, take the vertebreaking bliss that they've nailed into the midsection of "Doomwhore," which might be the most catastrophic megaton riffbomb since SYL dropped "Aftermath." Or the pulverizing knuckledown of "The Claw is the Law," which fully compensates for whatever Inspector Gadget memories are conjured with help-my-blood-just-turned-to-lead heaviness. Vore is, and always has been, a band of moments, but this fact doesn't trivialize the whole. On Gravehammer, they exhibit their expert ability to step up at the right times while also engaging throughout the entire course of their lengthy compositions. Not every tactic in their arsenal need be lethal, and they employ their most severe attacks only when the opportunity is ideal. These are the hallmarks of a veteran band. A veteran band that knows--and loves--its craft. Vore are consummate craftsmen. Gravehammer is a motherfucking death metal clinic, and fans and peers alike should bow before Vore's cruel tutelage. Style: Heavy Metal