Ulcerate know how to be fucking heavy. Since starting in Auckland, New Zealand, 24 years ago, the power trio have been mixing tech-death, noise and post-metal into a noxious, choking concoction. Theirs is a style that doesn’t always go for the jugular, but its constant dissonance means that, when it does, it strikes like a beast leaping from a quagmire to end your life.
Such a distinct sound has made these brutes leaders in a genre of one, and for album seven they’ve added extra melody to their cocktail of nasty things. The result does nothing to smooth out how hideous this band are, though. If anything, it means Cutting The Throat Of God has just enough earworms for these sonic beatings to stick with you for the rest of your life.
