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Metal Hammer (UK) - - Contents - OLIVIER BADIN

With The Dead, Or­der, Cannabis Corpse, Belphe­gor, Sep­ticflesh, Por­trait, Ruby The Hatchet

LOVE FROM WITH THE DEAD

RISE ABOVE

LEE DORRIAN AND LEO SMEE RE­UNITE FOR A TOWER OF SPITE

Fuck you, hip­pie scum. Hate is a far more ef­fec­tive and cre­ative force than love: just lis­ten to With The Dead, they’re filled with it. You could say it’s their driv­ing force. The worst part of it all is that any­one might have thought they’d reached hate­ful rock bot­tom with their de­but two years ago, born out of jam ses­sions be­tween two for­mer Elec­tric Wiz­ard com­padres and later com­pleted by Lee Dorrian. But no, be­hold and de­spair, as for this one they’ve grabbed shov­els and de­cided to dig our col­lec­tive grave even fur­ther. This is greatly helped by their new line-up. If their sonic aes­thet­ics (Tim Bagshaw’s Godzilla-sized fuzz sounds like a su­per-nova ex­plod­ing in slow mo­tion) and core sound have re­mained the same, the ad­di­tion of for­mer Cathe­dral bassist Leo Smee and Alex Thomas on drums gives it a more solemn and des­per­ate spin. Where for­mer skin­basher Mark Green­ing’s garage-y yet sham­bolic style brought an el­e­ment of un­pre­dictabil­ity, Alex is re­morse­lessly pre­cise, not least on the ex­cru­ci­at­ing, 18-minute-long closer, CV1.

If you’re an in­con­solable Cathe­dral fan, you won’t find what you’re look­ing for here. Lee’s vo­cal out­put is more dis­jointed than ever and there’s no pixie in sight nor any ‘huggy bear’ ‘Oh yeah!’ ex­cla­ma­tions, but there are tales of self-loathing (Iso­la­tion), hard-drug abuse (Co­caine Phan­toms) and of how those close to you be­tray you in the end (‘When I kiss your lips/I’m an­other kiss closer to death’ he mut­ters on Egyp­tian Tomb). Con­ceived in two ses­sions one year apart yet more struc­tured than its pre­de­ces­sor, this could well be Lee Dorrian’s most ex­treme work since Teeth Of Lions Rule The Divine. Part Melvins at their sludgi­est, part

Saint Vi­tus if Dave Chan­dler had been locked in a me­dieval dun­geon for a year and full-on, doom-as-fuck, Love from

With The Dead is a mas­ter­ful and im­pla­ca­bly mo­rose salvo from sea­soned artists who refuse to soften with age.

FOR FANS OF: Melvins, Elec­tric Wiz­ard, Win­ter

With The Dead: not mel­low­ing any time soon

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