Harassor
Harassor
Universal Consciousness
There is something truly unique when a band is able to effortless mix metal styles like Doom, Black, Groove, and even Grind into a hybrid so horrific that you can’t peel yourself away from the speakers. This is so much the case with Harassor. With a mish-mash sound of all things metal, the band sounds like Lucifer’s lounge band that has been relegated to record in the deepest and darkest dungeon Hell can provide. Harassor’s self-titled album is all low-fi recording surely paying homage to the nascent days of Norwegian Black Metal and all brutality on its sound. There is no gloss-sheeny shiny production here. No need for it whatsoever. This is all metal at its ugliest and harshest and dirtiest. The way it should be.
Harassor are effortless in their approach of doing it now and in the moment. You can hear the drummer counting down to start and the band just delving into a descent of metal madness. Vocalist Pete Majors brings in a guttural roar that is from the deepest bowels of somewhere…not going to say Hell as that would be all too clichéd at this point. But you get the idea. Majors’ voice acts more as the low-end for the rest of the band while still roaring over the driving guitars and blast beats of the drums. And it still all comes across as sludgy and doom as possible.
The only pitfall is that lack of bottom-end that could be assisted by plodding bass guitars. But in the end Harassor’s vocals-guitar-drums approach works because of how they sound. Harassor are not afraid to take all they know about Black, Doom, Grind, and Death Metal and force it down your throat. They won’t care if you like it. They’d probably prefer that you’re terrified of them after listening to the record. And you very well could be. And like it!
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