Having musically overdosed by the pharmaceutically enhanced Drug Honkey I noted that 2 members of that particular group are helping line up the drawers in the autopsy room as Morgue Supplier. In actual fact the roots of this group go back in further to the late 90’s where they started out named as Jugular Appetiser. Since then, they have had many a musician through their doors but are now just the two Honkey’s, Paul Gillis and Stephen Reichelt. Last heard of back in 2016 with their self-titled and second album all has been quiet in recent years and the first thing I realised is that this and debut ‘Sociopath’ of 2004 had plenty of short songs on them. This is hardly surprising as grind is the bedrock of their foundation. Things have expanded since then though and they are spreading their sickness via much longer songs, indeed one here hits over 8-minutes in length.

Bruising drums, scything guitars and a blur of speed greet us on ‘Absurd Identity’ shrill feral snappy vocals riding over the top. However, doom is installed via a sluggish settled down pace but the feeling of vileness and rot is certainly not distilled by this. The press release had warned that “patterns and loops that will make you nauseous’ and the lurching rhythms have a paralytic and indeed parasitic vibe about them that is likely to make anyone listening whilst hungover spew out the excesses of the night before. Speeding up, there is a technicality about all this and jazz laden breaks and passages of disharmony are unsettling in the extreme. Vile low growls invade the stifling ‘Closing In’ which does see the walls doing just that as it batters and abuses, guitar lines slithering and snaking away, leaving your head feeling all the more fragile as you try best to hold onto the contents of stomach and bowels. This is far from pleasant stuff even when you get to the interlude at the half way mark ‘Departure’ a brooding orchestral instrumental passage, sounding like it is composed via low toned strings and woodwind. They also return here for the closing part of the album but before that you still have to run through a survival course of several more tracks like you are on a very nasty endurance test.

Heaving back into the guts of it all we move through passages of gymnastic death, slow pounding vileness, distortions, abrasions, gallops and other nauseating motion with even slight ventures into post metal and industrial sounding terrains. Some won’t make it, others will be more than willing to submit to the reaper on the front cover especially as they reach the aforementioned long bilious penultimate number ‘Thoughts Of Only Darkness;’ the title of which speaks for itself.

There is no way you could call this album “enjoyable” in any respect. ‘Inevitability’ is for the connoisseur of extremity and those who really take the masochism of pushing themselves musically to the limits. Well, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.

(7/10 Pete Woods)

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