Mylingar has an incredible ability to write intentionally uncomfortable music. This is a bad mushroom trip in sonic form. Mylingar's brand of death metal is one of obscenity and filth with a side of amphetamine induced paranoia. The melodic passages that other bands might use to give the listener a break from the chaos are instead designed to evoke feelings of dread and impending doom, only to be suddenly interrupted by the next wave of suffocating depravity.
One of the best of 2019.
Favorite track: Förlusten.
Bestial death metal that must have been created by blood-frenzied neanderthals as a howling tribute to their dead gods. The atmosphere is filthy, the vocals are inhumane, and the guitars sound like ribcages that have been ripped out of enemies and strung up with wire. I'd wager this is required listening for fans of extreme death metal in 2019.
Favorite track: Offret.
Savagery in musical form takes a further step toward total sonic annihilation with Döda Själar, the culmination of a bestial trilogy from the eccentric intensity called Mylingar. A tempest of whirlwind blackened death metal barbarity and animalistic filth, unrelenting in its intent to rend flesh from bone and inflict torment.
There is no peace here. The guitars and riffs burn through everything like scorched earth with the scraping, gritty bass barreling forward into total massacre. All the while the insanity presided over by a voice neither animal nor human but both at once, diseased, psychotic and commanding. The pace in general remains maddeningly frantic but relents as needed to revel in the violence of its creation.
Less an album of songs to passively enjoy, Döda Själar is an all-encompassing specter of claustrophobic oppression and pestilence, draping its blackness over everything and leaving little but barren wasteland behind. An unexplainable, unknowable force for the malevolent villainy that envelops our world.