Artist: Death Index
Album: Death Index
Record Label: Deathwish
Release Date: 26th February 2016
Often the most lauded record labels in the world of rock and
metal are those that most prolifically take risks; Profound Lore pushing
Agalloch and Yob alongside experimental hip-hop group Dalek, or Cacophonous in
the UK, pummelling eardrums with fresh sounds across the Metal spectrum via The
King Is Blind and Black metallers The Infernal Sea. Deathwish records take
pride in both prolificacy and eclecticism, and thus it makes perfect sense for
the self-titled record by Death Index, a collaboration between Merchandise’s
Carson Cox and multi-instrumentalist Marco Rapisarda, to be released via the US
Hardcore haven.
Despite Cox’s frequent recent suggestions that he’s become
totally disenfranchised from the punk scene, ‘Death Index’ is a short and sharp
slice of murky death-punk that draws most endemically from the lineage of
garage-recorded, basement-orientated bands like The Misfits. It’s not like
there’s anything new being practised here in terms of dynamic, but so immediate
are the songs, no matter the meanderings they occasionally take, and so
blood-pumping is the rush that the album’s replay value is bound to be strong. ‘Dream
Machine’ is archetypal in that regard; simple and direct but rigorously tight.
The discordant distance of the more chaotic moments ‘Fast Money Kill’ and ‘Fuori
Controlli’ still find the time to be anthemic, and the ecstatic flow of the
sinister ‘Little N Pretty’ into the dystopian dirge of ‘Lost Bodies’ stakes the
album’s claim for diversity.
Entirely shrouded in a mystical fog that attempts artistry
beyond the band’s simple formula, all the elements thrown together by Death
Index work rather immaculately, meaning that it’s a record one could listen to
twice in a day and still feel excited for a third round.
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