{"id":274335,"date":"2025-07-19T09:10:14","date_gmt":"2025-07-19T09:10:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/274335\/"},"modified":"2025-07-19T09:10:14","modified_gmt":"2025-07-19T09:10:14","slug":"re-buried-flesh-mourning-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.europesays.com\/uk\/274335\/","title":{"rendered":"Re-Buried – Flesh Mourning Review"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"My second discount ticket to Scum Town in one week and the third since July started, Re-Buried<\/strong>\u2019s sophomore outing, Flesh Mourning, brings more gruesome death to wallow in. These cretins of the crypt left a favorable impression on Olde Steelio<\/strong> with their 2023 Repulsive Nature debut, courtesy of hideously inspired death vocals and crushing riff work. It felt massive, monolithic, and inevitable, and the sheer weight of it all overcame occasional gaps in their songcraft. Flesh Mourning is more of the same festering, moldy-oldey brand of death with one foot in the morgue and the other in the swamp, with vocals that sound like a dying hobo wrenching out the contents of his ulcerated stomach after a long night of on-the-cheap debauchery. And like the debut, Flesh Mourning is short, leaning toward anorexic. How can that recipe fail to earn a Michelin Star at the Slop House of Steel<\/strong>? Let\u2019s poke the putridities with the pokey stick<\/p>\n

Things open promisingly enough with vocalist Chris Pinto vomiting forth a feral hairball before the slime-flavored riffs kick in, and you get a standard yet basically effective mid-tempo death ditty without bells and whistles, but plenty of creepy atmosphere and phlegmy noises. It\u2019s essentially Autopsy<\/strong>core, but lacking the jackhammer power heard at key moments on Repulsive Nature, and it feels a bit\u2026safe. \u201cJagged Psyche\u201d feels more brutish and nasty with extra vigor in the riffs, but the band seems stuck in a mid-tempo plod and struggles to kick into higher gears. This quickly becomes the story of Flesh Mourning as song after song duplicates these middling tempos with everything motoring along at a safe speed with too few bursts of speed and aggression. Worse still, the tracks aren\u2019t as memorable as last time, and they all sound way too similar due to the consistent pacing and writing style.<\/p>\n

\u201cRotted Back to Life\u201d features some extra-heavy grooves that wake you up a bit, but it\u2019s hard to shake the nagging feeling that this is all standard and recycled fare without an identity of its own. As things grind along in a \u201cwe have Bolt Thrower<\/strong> at home\u201d manner with little variation in pacing, it falls to Chris Pinto to keep things interesting by deploying all manner of hideous sounds and monster moaning. He apes a staggering ghoul or a hospice patient in agony, and it\u2019s impressive, but it isn\u2019t enough to keep the material from bleeding into a big, greasy mush where one song becomes indistinguishable from the next. At just under 30 minutes, there isn\u2019t much meat on the corpse bone, and things end with a 2-plus minute instrumental outro that\u2019s all atmosphere and no payoff. It\u2019s clear Re-Buried<\/strong> didn\u2019t have a wealth of inspiration in the writing room and struggled to churn out a mere handful of basic, generic death ditties. That\u2019s quite disappointing.<\/p>\n

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Chris Pinto is the star here, as he\u2019s one of the most committed death metal vocalists out there. His weird body horror noises are wild, especially his hairball trick, which features prominently across the album. He\u2019s a gem in search of a skilled jeweler, as the material he\u2019s given to work with simply doesn\u2019t deliver the knockout power his performance deserves. Paul Richards and Eddie Bingaman know all the death metal tropes and tricks and craft spot-on impersonations of classic Autopsy<\/strong> and Incantation<\/strong> fare, but so much of what they do here revolves around mid-tempo chugging and slight variations on the same kinds of swampy riffs, so it takes a hyper-intense listen to divine the differences between the individual tracks. If they wanted to create a 26-minute uni-glob effect, they accomplished it.<\/p>\n

Flesh Mourning is a step backward from Repulsive Nature. The blunt force of the prior album is simply not here, replaced by a pornucopia of monotonous riffs and crazed cavern hollaring. It doesn\u2019t stick or hold the attention, and while there are isolated cool\/interesting bits and pieces, it\u2019s really just off-brand Autopsy <\/strong>with Tomb Mold <\/strong>on it, and it\u2019s devoid of songs that scream replay or demand dissemination onto playlists. It seems Re-Buried<\/strong> lack a potent muse and can\u2019t craft a full-length album with consistently killer tunes, and they\u2019re trending downwards early into their career. I hope for a speedy recovery, but the patient\u2019s prognosis isn\u2019t looking good.<\/p>\n

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Rating:<\/strong> 2.0\/5.0
DR:<\/strong> 8 | Format Reviewed:<\/strong> 320 kbps mp3
Label:<\/strong> Translation Loss<\/a>
Websites:<\/strong> re-buried.bandcamp.com<\/a> | facebook.com\/reburieddeath<\/a> | instagram.com\/reburied_death<\/a>
Releases Worldwide:<\/strong> July 18th, 2025<\/p>\n

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