"You're an ugly f**king bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood." - Patrick BatemanStrong words from a man enamored with cannibalism and Whitney Houston. In the nature of Mr. Bateman, Necroblaspheme play a distorted tidbit of Phil Collins at one point - casually halting the inevitable slaughter - before detonating a nuclear blast of clobbering death metal bathed in sheer violence and misery. "Destination: Nulle Part" is a nihilistic adventure starting from and ending at a constant bludgeoning of authentic death metal performed and executed the way it was meant to be exhibited; not torching their roots, but still making claims on their land. Necroblaspheme are memorable (like Huey Lewis and The News) yet damningly sophisticated (unlike Huey Lewis and The News) despite a serious lack of attention, and "Destination: Nulle Part" will make you happy, even if someone prefers Van Paten's card over yours.
Everything packed in "Destination: Nulle Part" is certainly outstanding in the crucial areas that make for destructive excellence. Listening to Necroblaspheme is like wandering through a desert of generic modern death metal and finding an oasis of real, stellar riffs dripping and floating everywhere that replenish and never bore, not to mention there are so many smacking guitar parts it's hard to walk away from this release without a bruise on your forehead. Also, the vocals are sickening, the percussion irrationally grand, the technicality mathematical, and the basic fundamentals behind "Destination: Nulle Part" absolutely mutant at any range, but all these factors still equate an intoxicating listening experience nonetheless. When it comes to death metal, these guys have the formula mastered.
Winning the most attractive quality attached to Necroblaspheme's second album is its rupturing flow, which certainly stands out as a noteworthy asset only a handful of death metal bands could match. Not a single second of this album stops for anything; the onslaught marches onward from beginning to end relentlessly. Yet not a part of this album is remotely stupid at all from really any standpoint: blast beats are limited, the songs deeply diversified, several riffs per track, and generally an obvious attempt to keep things interesting. Plus the slower parts are undeniably crushing examples of brutality, whereas the band's accelerated sections can melt faces and make little children run in fear. There is no peak of mercy anywhere; just a bunch of dudes jack-hammering everything in sight. Maybe one could point out Necroblaspheme lacks variation, but in this case, does it really matter? Heads are rolling people!
The approach taken on "Destination: Nulle Part" expresses a cataclysmic shadowing of a great band morphing the natural selection of musical dominance through an array of prime, survivalist characteristics into a cold, infinite plain where nothing upholds the relevance of existence. Necroblaspheme have created a hit that deserves a lot more attention than what little praise has been bestow upon it, because unlike a lot of bands, these dudes stick to their guns and bring the hammer of death down with more strength and velocity than the average Joes currently chugging along and writing the same material again and again, yet somehow retain a following. Disgusting, I know! The chances of you not enjoying this meaty slab of destruction are proportional to an ATM demanding to eat a stray cat, which is rather unlikely, unfortunately.