Between The Buried And Me
Alaska

THE REVIEW

Quite frankly, I don't exactly know what could be so terrifying/horrifying in Alaska that would inspire such a tearing work from the quintet from North Carolina (U.S.A.), but, Ladies and Gentlemen, the work in question (for those who humbly review) represents (without any second thoughts) truly the extreme album of the year (the year is almost over and the signs aren't promising...): the assorted (and hyper-compressed) delicate music contained therein, upon a first and secondary (and n-th) listening, shapes in the cursed ears a overflowing/bursting filthy, dissonant, clamorous, I dare say psychotic, absolutely clear amalgam of noise/metal/core mixed with kinetic elements of early grindcore (Napalm Death "Scum"-era): an album that truly makes a good 99% (that's ninety-nine) of the current, mostly stagnant "heavy" production (an increasingly generic term, I know) around the globe pale/travel like a specter.

Fiercely and precisely abrupt breaks, bellowing/para-guttural screams, drummer/pounding causes absolute panic: nerves truly on edge! A palpable sense of sensory discomfort, a concentration of (in)human acoustic ferocity (so to speak...); the tracks follow one another (practically) without a solution of continuity: "Alaska" the self-titled track or "Selkies: The Endless Obsession" are truly significant in this regard... no Human Mercy towards the unsuspecting listener.
The intriguing/unsettling element of such para-chaos is that the "everything-sounds-wonderfully."

Albums like this (finally) redefine and give a meaning to research in the extreme field and notably in the (para)noise/metal/HC/grind domain. Anyone who would like to "entertain" themselves with the "melodic" impenetrable Alaska, go ahead: you will gain in health and joy of living. For the suspicious and music-skeptics, a nice, healthy "Keep Off," as they say in Azerbaijan.