MYRATH

Metal Hammer (UK) - - Album Reviews - DAVE LING TOM O’BOYLE KEZ WHE­LAN

She­hili

EARMUSIC

Tu­nisia’s pro­gres­sive met­allers up their main­stream ap­peal

After al­most two decades to­gether it’s be­com­ing ever more apt that Myrath is the Ara­bic word for ‘legacy’. She­hili is the Tu­nisian pro­gres­sive metal band’s fifth re­lease since they wisely dis­carded the orig­i­nal name of X-Tazy. Mixed by three dif­fer­ent pro­duc­ers in­clud­ing Jens Bo­gren of Opeth and Kata­to­nia fame, its crosspol­li­na­tion of Mid­dle Eastern-style in­stru­men­ta­tion, Mar­shall stack power and clean vo­cals is hyp­notic and lush. The likes of You’ve Lost Your­self, Star­dust and the su­per-com­mer­cial Dance

– com­mand­ing a mil­lion YouTube view­ings in a little over a month – mak­ing the band sound more main­stream than ever be­fore. Some will find it hard to for­give them this fact, but singer Za­her Zor­gati is un­likely to lose sleep as Myrath march un­stop­pably to the next level. ■■■■■■■■■■

FOR FANS OF: Or­phaned Land, Amasef­fer, Ada­gio Man­i­cally en­rap­tured Nibiru vo­cal­ist Ar­dat uses it ex­clu­sively, lend­ing the Ital­ians’ fourth ar­cane of­fer­ing an un­nerv­ing at­mos­phere of sum­mon­ing. Sal­brox’s slow-work­ing poi­son begins with EHNB’s per­cus­sive heart­beat, match­ing your own then rapidly switch­ing the tempo, draw­ing body and mind down its spi­ral. EXARP’s sul­phuric acrid­ity dis­solves the soul, caus­tic, en­raged, be­fore HCOMA’s tribal drums swirling in a mael­strom pave the way for some truly nasty vo­cal ex­hor­ta­tions. By now ac­cus­tomed to dis­so­nance, the abrupt spar­sity of ABALPT and BITOM leave you vul­ner­a­ble for de­fi­ant closer RZIORN. Sal­brox is not an un­der­tak­ing for the weak of will. It drags you into its dark di­men­sion and spits you back out into cold re­al­ity, in­deli­bly im­printed onto your sub­con­scious. ■■■■■■■■■■

FOR FANS OF: Shibalba, Mir­rors For Psy­chic War­fare, CHVE the gamut from furious, light­speed cir­clepit-in­citers like Car­ni­vores and The God Of New Flesh – which in­cor­po­rates some skin­flay­ing blast­beats – to taut, au­thor­i­ta­tive chug­gers like Ac­qui­esce and the brash, break­down-in­fested Dead To Me. Hu­man Fur­nace’s bile-soaked, ra­zor­blade­gar­gling roar is the ic­ing on the con­fronta­tional cake, sound­ing re­mark­ably fresh for a man who has been scream­ing him­self hoarse for al­most 30 years. ■■■■■■■■■■

FOR FANS OF: In­tegrity, Cro-Mags, Slayer

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