| Artist | |
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| Album | To The Depths, In Degradation |
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| Article number | FI167CD |
| Release date | 2026-01-23 |
| Genre | Death/Thrash/Black |
| Description | Infester are completely unselfconscious in their delivery. This is a horror soaked, over the top, immersive, atmospheric piece of death that would simply not work without total commitment from these musicians. In 1994 death metal was still a young person’s game. And whilst we can agree that the majority of canonised releases within the genre emerged in the early 1990s, they were still born of the paradox between audacity and lack of self-assurance that defines youth. By the time Infester released their debut, signs of true maturity for the genre had begun to make themselves known, taking the established raw techniques down new and unexpected avenues. ‘To the Depths, in Degradation’ was one such avenue, one that proved to be lightning in a bottle owing to its rare alchemy of mood and compositional architecture, a balance so hard to replicate in the conscious mind. Thus, much like King Crimson’s ‘Red’, it seems to emerge from the genre’s collective nightmares, an antithesis to an antithesis, challenging the idea of death metal itself to explode its boundaries and realise its untapped and truly horrific potentials. Listening to this album is like looking through a window into a possible history, one that death metal could have taken if events had played out differently. I hesitate to offer an overly optimistic assessment of today after analysing the kernels of ideas found within these two albums, but it seems to me that the clumsy caverncore wonderings and Incantation obsessionists may be a first run at something more sophisticated. An attempt to recapture the malevolent magic of this particular interpretation of death metal. I’m not saying that Spectral Voice or Father Befouled offer much to celebrate in the picture of modern death metal. But the fact that there’s even an appetite and audience for a more reflective and patient direction for the form to take is maybe cause for hope. If we look at this purely in terms of having a vision and executing it, there are few albums that could compete with Infester’s ‘To the Depths, Degradation’, an undisputed masterwork from the heyday of the genre. |
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To The Depths, In Degradation
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