My first encounter with India’s Tetragrammacide was an interesting one. I distinctly remember reading a review in one particular metal publication for their debut Typhonian Wormholes in which the reviewer called it “artistically worthless” and gave it a perfect zero score. Naturally I was curious to hear it, so I plugged in my headphones and pressed play. I was surprised to discover that this “worthless” release wasn’t actually bad at all. I thusly concluded that your enjoyment of Tetragrammacide will mostly depend on two factors: your willingness to completely abandon any and all semblance of traditional song structure and your appreciation of war metal.
And despite losing much of the cacophonous white noise and red-line frequencies of the debut, this same hypothesis holds true on the band’s follow-up effort, Primal Incinerators of Moral Matrix. While the band’s sound is (ever so slightly) more “approachable” on album numeros deux, I’d hesitate to call Primal a more restrained album. They cleaned up the walls of white noise and maybe smoothed out the odd edge here and there, but Tetragrammacide hold nothing back on their sophomore release, hitting listeners again and again with savage, unrelenting, unrepentant war metal.
One noted improvement on Primal is the pervailence of blackened death metal influence. Every once in a while we’re treated to some sickening war-horn tremolos not dissimilar to old school Behemoth, albeit with much harsher guitar tones. This is one of the reasons I’m glad the band gave their production a spit-shine; it’s easier to appreciate good riffs if you can actually hear what’s going on.
But the downside to the band’s hyper-dense songwriting is that most of the songs don’t do a whole lot to stand out from each other. They do, however, flow into one another quite well, so if you approach it as one continuous piece (as I’m sure it was intended to be heard) it works, but for those listeners who prefer to take things piece-by-piece it’s a tougher but to crack.
Conceptually, the album is every bit as inscrutable as the paragraph-sized song title sounds would imply. I’m not sure if any of the scientific terms and formulas on this album make any sense whatsoever, but for the record’s run time I’m willing to suspend my disbelief and imagine that information is being imparted upon me that is simply too complex for the human mind to comprehend.
I feel as though Tetragrammacide will inevitably attract a wider audience with Primal Incinerators of Moral Matrix than their debut, but there will always be the crowd that turns up their noses at their war metal stylings: “It’s too noisy,” “it takes no skill to just play loud,” and the dreaded “it’s just noise” are all complaints levied against the genre by metalheads (who ironically find their own musical tastes subjected to such claims by non metal fans) on a regular basis. But for those who embrace the crude chaos of metal’s most rambunctious subgenre, Tetragrammacide have crafted one hell of an album for you.
You can purchase Primal Incinerators of Moral Matrix from Iron Bonehead’s Bandcamp page.