Prosthetic Records - 2022
9.5/10
As I approach the day that I will get to see North Dakota's Phobophilic live, their one and only full-length has been a heavy part of my recent rotation. In their near decade of existence, they've made a small name for themselves with demos and EPs, before said album realized the greater picture in the form of one of my favorite styles of death metal. Enveloping Absurdity is as meek and malicious as its album art suggests, one aiming to capture a feeling more than craft straightforward chops despite having so many that stick out. Thus, this disc is perfect for complete submersion with little distraction.
Hitting this style isn't anything overly original these days, but I really find solace in any band's ability to strike that narrow chord right between doom/death and the old school Florida sound. Phobophilic are masters of this out of the gate, being crafted around advanced riffing that's easy enough to move to while hinting at more intricacy. At the same time, the murky and filthy delivery of the deep gutturals pair with a very thick atmosphere aided by tough basslines to coat the incredible rhythms with a mucky overlay. When it all comes together, a feeling of cavernous terror and oozy surroundings envelopes (pun intended) the sharp contrast of the rhythms in a way that has such a strong identity.
All of that is great on its own, but Enveloping Absurdity sells the schtick even more by fastening its horrific exterior with a skeleton founded in beefy chops. On one hand, you get a taste of explosive and rumbly roars on doom oriented tracks like the longer title track, leaning far into the terror. Instrumental "Individuation" is like an extra topping, utilizing a droning plane with soft leads and acoustics to establish suspense, working nicely as an eerie break. Other times, songs like "Those Which Stare Back" emphasize not only technical prowess on their rhythms but strong, wailing solos; that bassline right after the repetitive bridge was a neat touch. Even if that's not your thing, "Cathedrals Of Blood (Twilight Of The Idols)" lends us borderline catchy leads, opening with such a fun drum ditty, and the same could be said about sudden and fast swings in "The Illusion Of Self."
Truly this outfit has absolutely mastered that nearly Lovecraftian approach (as if their lyrical themes weren't enough) that depicts monstrous surroundings while leaving room for accessible tactics. Nothing ever feels overzealous, avoiding pretentious pitfalls that many a tech-death band finds themselves in, nor relying too much on the cavernous echoes. Instead, things are molded with machine precision in a way that's swift, impactful, intriguing, and most importantly, consistent. Anybody with interest landing on the death metal spectrum should give this a shot.
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