review: Diabolic Oath

Diabolic Oath

Profane Death Exodus

June 26th, 2020

Sentient Ruin Laboratories

Hundreds of years from now when the futuristic year 2020 finally arrives people will not need to play instruments to make music because the future will be so advanced that, besides society living in peace and harmony in the world of milk and honey, people will have intelligent machines to make music. Drummers will not be necessary and the machines will be utilized for the complete production of music. The future will be so advanced that humans will not even need to eat. They will just take nutrition pills. No pizza, no hamburgers, no meat, no tacos. Only pills. That future is so far away that we cannot imagine such a year of peace, love, food pills and music-making intelligent machines. For us, for now, living in these backward times hundreds of years before 2020, we must rely on barbaric tools for making music. Real drums, guitars and human-made growling. If we tell this band about the futuristic world of the machine music of 2020, they say, “We don’t want that future! We like to make the music ourselves with our hands, feet and voices. We don’t want the future of the machine-made music. And anyway, what kind of future is that, with no tacos and no pizza?! No, thanks!”

In this barbaric age that we live in, centuries before 2020, extreme metal is bestial and primal, and it sounds like excited young brutes have been listening to Motörhead, Venom, Hellhammer and Bathory and they want to play even faster, by blasting away on the non-computer jackhammer drums and their non-computer electric guitars and deranged human-animalistic growling, drilling and blasting, and carrying on screaming as savagely as they can to make you—you beloved listener stuck here in these ancient times before the glorious future that you will never see—go ballistic with your brutish emotions running through your agitated, primitive, non-robot body of adrenaline. The band also loves to slow things down. Often. They can and do play fast, but expect some places when the time is a droning piece of sludge, and everything moves in slow motion, only to jump back into chaos once more. True, we are stuck here forever in the past, but we have this barbaric music to helps us survive these days of disease, violence, crime, looting, corruption and anarchy. It is music of our times. The year 2020 will never arrive.

Profane Death Exodus by Diabolic Oath