This album doesn’t wait for you to get ready. It just detonates. The first listen felt like standing too close to a surgical table while a mad doctor goes to work. Cold precision, but also pleasure in destruction. Every song feels like it was cut open and rearranged on purpose.
“An Obsidian Perception” and “Codebreaker” show how violent control can sound when it’s done by people who actually know what they’re doing. The riffs tear through the mix, guitars buzzing like machinery about to overheat. The drums are a constant attack but never random. Every blast is placed exactly where it should be. “Maniacal Disillusion” is pure exhaustion in the best way, the kind of song that just keeps building and never drops. “Protoplasmic Imprisonment” might be the most complete track here, technical but still heavy enough to knock you over.
The weaker moments, “A Prophetic Compulsion” and “Occulta Violentiam,” are still brutal. They just don’t hit as hard. But nothing here ever drags. The energy doesn’t fade for even a second. It’s like they planned the tracklist to suffocate you, one punch right after the other.
The production is clean, maybe too clean, but it fits. You can hear every note of the bass twisting underneath, the guitars sharp and dry, the kick drums slicing straight through. It’s a perfect mirror of the music: surgical, clinical, cold. You can almost see the band smiling while they carve these riffs apart.
Compared to most tech death or brutal death bands, Unfathomable Ruination sound more grounded in extreme thrash. There’s more motion, more bite, less obsession with showing off. They still play with ridiculous skill but the aggression always comes first.
The structure inside the chaos is what makes it special. These songs are not random noise. They build, they break, they fall back in line. The vocals and lyrics match perfectly, pure rage but with form.
Enraged and Unbound is an album that never breathes. It doesn’t need to. It’s the kind of record that leaves you dizzy but weirdly satisfied, like you just survived something. For me that’s a solid 4 out of 5. Nothing feels wasted, nothing feels weak, just a long, controlled act of violence performed by a band at the top of their game.
