It is with a certain regret that I notice there are dozens of reviews about Slipknot on Debaser (to mention a band that doesn’t deserve so many) and only one about the seminal Entombed: but as they say, “mors vestra vita mea,” the honor and burden of reviewing the debut of this band will be mine alone.

The group was formed in Sweden around the mid-eighties under the name Nihilist and its rise was as rapid as its fall: about a decade later, all that remained of Entombed was ash (how very Death is this phrase!) and, despite continuing to produce work, their fame is now scant. In 1990 they released this LP (preceded by an insignificant EP that, however, secured them a contract with Earache) which, if it did not greatly influence metal history, certainly remained embedded in time. Their offering is somewhat rudimentary, earning them the name “Raw Death” (Raw Death): a similar genre was proposed by contemporary compatriots Dismember, perhaps slightly more inclined towards Black. However, some Black influences can also be traced in Entombed, particularly those played by the very early Mayhem or the very early Darkthrone. Nevertheless, they developed a completely personal style, distinct from all other bands, fusing Thrash Metal and Punk through a Death lens. “Left Hand Path” showcases a group capable of playing decently but not much better than the Thrash bands of that period: the guitar parts are quite simple, drawing mainly from the tradition of groups like Sepultura and Possessed. Generally, it can be said that they aim more for impact than virtuosity, with solos clearly inspired by Thrash Bay Area and traditional metal. The drumming is quite different, closer to the standards of the nascent Death metal. Or rather, to those of Grind: in the rhythm section, indeed, there is a significant punk nuance that permeates the entire album. Nonetheless, there are numerous Blast Beats and metal-derived rhythms; in any case, the rhythms are quite familiar and thus not very original or intriguing. The singer, on the other hand, sings with the typical growling of early Death, still quite clean and angry, but lacking that sick gloom of future evolutions. The bassist does a fairly important job, but all in all, it's banal.

What surprises is that from five unexceptional instrumentalists playing nothing new, an album with an unmatched sound emerges; indeed, the mixing of elements copied from Punk, Thrash, Death, and Grind yields unexpected results. Favored by an extremely thick and dirty production (the buzzing guitar sound would become a trademark of the band), this mixture is well blended and ultimately makes sense: by exaggerating the most classic elements and softening the more “avant-garde” ones, the Swedes achieve an enjoyable album that doesn’t demand much effort but certainly isn’t a caress. The songs are well-structured, although, in my opinion, certain accelerations are drawn out too long, risking a drop in tension: the tempos are medium-high standards with few lapses but still with a decent variety. Given the Thrash influences, the mood is almost nonexistent or, at least, not worth noting. It should be specified that within a few years Entombed will become a so-called Death Rock band, meaning that starting from “Wolverine Blues,” the Swedes will play a questionable mish-mash of Death metal and Hard Rock (denaturing in my opinion both one and the other).

“Left Hand Path” is an album comparable to the literary style of Beppe Fenoglio, rough and sanguine, spartan and devoid of embellishments: it cannot be said to have much charm, but it is certainly an album that cannot be missing for a lover of Death nor Thrash. The rating refers more to originality than artistic value; in any case, it’s a must-have, unless you prefer to throw yourself into the arms of Bloodbath and other sordid acolytes of this band.

Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos

01   Left Hand Path (06:39)

02   Drowned (03:59)

03   Revel in Flesh (03:42)

04   When Life Has Ceased (04:11)

05   Supposed to Rot (02:03)

06   But Life Goes On (02:59)

A rotten stench
Surrounds another ended life
Maggots infesting the rotten flesh
Is that the way you want to die?
Decomposed
Don't want to live in a decaying shell
But why should I go to heaven
And who's to say I'll enter hell

Dead - Deceased, but life goes on
I will be the one who won
My charred body will decay
But my soul will be floating anyway

Visually a corpse
But what's inside my head
Don't consider I once was deceased
So I guess I'll come back from the dead
Dying my death
In relentless aggrieve
Dead and put down in a wooden box
Just can't be my destiny

Dead - Deceased, but life goes on
I will be the one who won
Continue to seek and you will see
That life is your worst enemy

07   Bitter Loss (04:22)

08   Morbid Devourment (05:25)

09   Abnormally Deceased (02:58)

10   The Truth Beyond (03:25)

People put to death in the name of God
And blood run red in an eternal flood
The word has been spread - Through out the centuries
Millions of corpses lying in the cemeteries

Reek of christianity
Down of obscuration
The birth of insanity
And death to liberation
Lord of evolution
Enslavement emperor
Root of all evil
It is the holy terror

God the almighty - The creator of Earth
Devote your life to this holy writ - The key to your rebirth
And if you've been a believer of justice and brave
So what! It shall be written on your grave

The bell summon its slaves to mass
In the darkest hour
To devour the body of Christ
The blood feast shall increase their power
Chalices filled to the edge with blood
Drawn from holy veins
Tearing his stomach open
And revel in the shredded remains

Smell the putrid stench
Of the godblessed crucifixion
And discover the lies
There is no resurrection
Get your eyes open wide
And discover the lies
See the truth beyond
The shadows of a false paradise!

11   Carnal Leftovers (02:57)

12   Premature Autopsy (04:26)

[bonus track]

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By metaldiablo

 "Left Hand Path remains one of the first masterpieces of Nordic metal, unfortunately forgotten but certainly essential for the growth of Swedish death..."

 "The title-track is a glaring example: opening with the piercing scream of a person immersed in the foggy night of the cold Scandinavian forest among a thousand damned spirits..."