Disregard the full-length’s display—this is a track-exclusive release and meant to be played on turntables pumping the deadskin collection that continuously builds up in your speakers back into your nasal cavity. Vinyl hoarders take note: This release is on nice, blood-splattered wax and limited to 500 copies.
Review: Warmaster/Humiliation – Self-Titled Split
National Music Reviews
Warmaster/Humiliation
Self-Titled Split
Slaughterhouse Records/Dead Beat Media
Street: 06.02
Warmaster/Humiliation = Bolt Thrower + Benediction + Asphyx
This review is a bit late, considering the full-length from Warmaster is unleashed already (reviewed in the November SLUG), and this split EP from Humilation and Warmaster was somewhat of a precursor—or a little taste of what the bands had to offer. The two tracks from Humiliation here, actually, are quite a bit better than what they put forth on their full-length, containing a lot more meat to them and some riffs right out of Realm of Chaos. Warmaster’s half of the split sees them doing much of what they did on the full-length with equal aural punishment. Disregard the full-length’s display—this is a track-exclusive release and meant to be played on turntables pumping the deadskin collection that continuously builds up in your speakers back into your nasal cavity. Vinyl hoarders take note: This release is on nice, blood-splattered wax and limited to 500 copies. –Bryer Wharton
Self-Titled Split
Slaughterhouse Records/Dead Beat Media
Street: 06.02
Warmaster/Humiliation = Bolt Thrower + Benediction + Asphyx
This review is a bit late, considering the full-length from Warmaster is unleashed already (reviewed in the November SLUG), and this split EP from Humilation and Warmaster was somewhat of a precursor—or a little taste of what the bands had to offer. The two tracks from Humiliation here, actually, are quite a bit better than what they put forth on their full-length, containing a lot more meat to them and some riffs right out of Realm of Chaos. Warmaster’s half of the split sees them doing much of what they did on the full-length with equal aural punishment. Disregard the full-length’s display—this is a track-exclusive release and meant to be played on turntables pumping the deadskin collection that continuously builds up in your speakers back into your nasal cavity. Vinyl hoarders take note: This release is on nice, blood-splattered wax and limited to 500 copies. –Bryer Wharton
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