Review Summary: Flames lick flesh.
Personally, death metal played an enormous role in how I perceived the quality of music last year. The new-school of old-school death metal scene has been raging for over a decade, and 2018 felt like the culmination of the classic meets contemporary style peddled throughout the last ten years. Ossuarium’s Living Tomb could have easily stood among the pantheon of greats from last year. It’s a record that lives up to its name, lurching about with the swagger of an undead behemoth, stench of decay oozing from every rotten pore. It is immediately evocative of OSDM death/doom greats Autopsy, the greatest compliment one could give a band of this style. It doesn’t just rest of laurels however; there is a macabre sense of melody that lurks behind the putrescent riffage, a gothic undertone that lends to the feeling of this album being an anquitious abomination, traipsing about for the taste of human flesh. Ironically, it also gives the album a freshness, and something that has kept myself (and others) returning this death metal cemetery, a place unsettling yet enjoyable all the same.