Science of Disorder is one of those bands. The ones that lurch into action with some promise, and then take their sweet time to produce more material. They actually started activities back in 1989 as Soulless and then changed identities in 2011 to the current moniker. Heart, Blood & Tears followed that same year with mixed reviews. In 2018, some seven years later, the more thoughtful Private Hell finally found a market spot.1)
Now, in the unholy year of the Dark Lord 2022, Apoptose2) reached the swampy depths of our review pipe. In other words, SoD ain’t in a hurry to release stuff, so they constantly drop off your radar. And once they reappear, everyone forgot about them. SoD who? ‘Xactly. Fair question.
Well, one thing is sure. Compared to its melancholy-laden predecessor, Apoptose here took a turn into the past. Back in trve darkened fashion are – yet again – an overall angriness and vile language that’s screamed at ye with manly muscle and gleeful gusto. A trait that garnered them quite a backlash earlier from the softer side of the Extreme Metal diaspora. Or perhaps it was just some wusses who could not take a bit of harsh language, eh? Seems to be a disturbing trend of today’s modern times.
Yet again. Apoptose indeed features pitch-dark corners of today’s woes and strange dreams. Gone are former speed records with their maddening blast beats and rusty production. And in comes more mid-tempo fare with heavy chugging beats, a slow(er) moving avalanche of all sorts of metallic bits. A strange mix of often grinding Thrash and totally dark Progressive Metal airs with hints to the blackened corners of the metal multiverse.
Case in point, Redemption and its insane nod to Nevermore contains enough thrash and convoluted prog that you can almost hear Warrel Dane’s ghost creaking in the woodwork.3) Or – failing that – the band might get the Loomis man on the phone for congrats, it’s that good. Des Rêves Noirs is again proof supreme that the French language just fits when it comes to slaking your darkest urges. This one’s so older-style Rotting Christ,4) we just had to get it on endless replay for a while over here. Or take the strange case of Grind Me, an unusual brand of Deathcore, brutally – well – grinding Jérôme Thomas‘ shouted vocals into a puddle by guesting Julien Truchan of Benighted.
Oh, and the band features Am Samstag‘s Stéphane Grand on one of the guitars. So – I guess – manning riffing stations at SoD is what he’s doing during the week when nobody’s looking. Speaking of which. The RMR crew truly enjoyed Apoptose‘s meaty, heavy chugging riffing and the ever-present lion’s roar of the bass. But apart from a few subdued shorties, there’s not much in the solo department to be had here. And that’s a pity.
To put a tent around that disorder, the RMR deck crew truly enjoyed Apoptose. Harsh ‘n’ heavy metal excesses trade places with steely progressive tropes. And all of that suddenly waltzes into moments of true groove that will make you forget the filthier parts of this metallic offering. Science of Disorder presents us with true fusion metal that won’t take heed of whatever classification you might want to slam on it. And that’s exactly how it should be. Good records are forged from that kind of alloy. And Apoptose is one of them.
|1.||I actually like its morose and doomy airs. Must have been some true private purgatory right there. -Ed.|
|2.||French or German for apoptosis, the controlled death of cells. Truly sounds like 2022. -Ed.|
|3.||Try Moonrise (Through Mirrors of Death) on The Obsidian Conspiracy.|
|4.||Specifically Les Litanies De Satan on Rituals.|