Me Saco Un Ojo Records, black vinyl, gatefold, Do you believe that Death Metal should require some flimsy introduction to have atmosphere? Or soft clean guitars? Please allow us to introduce you to SEDIMENTUM whose burgeoning cacophony of rotten old school putridity is packed with a charnel atmosphere while constantly firing on all cylinders. Their debut LP dives headlong into a chunky blend of overdriven bass, gut-splitting guitars, skull-pummelling drums and absolutely gargantuan vocals. Befitted with a raw, uncompressed production that harkens back to when Death Metal terrified the masses with its violently unwelcoming sounds, this is not an album that faint-hearted trendies will like.This is pure unfiltered filth. As the glorious Brad Moore cover artwork aesthetically displays, the grotesque and malignant horrors on this album are vibrant and unforgettable, something the music lives up to and surpasses expectations with. Following a couple of great demos and splits, the underground has recognised SEDIMENTUM as the real deal, with a loyal legion of real Death Metal diehards already adoring the Quebecois mob of miscreants. Now the curtain has been pulled back for their first full length album and all manner of unearthly beings spew forth. If you have read these eldritch writings to this point, you are likely one of the few who appreciate Death Metal the way it is supposed to be, raw, unfiltered and jagged. SEDIMENTUM deliver on all promises of fetid extremity tenfold with cerebral riffs, warped atmospherics and a contorted delivery that spatters any surroundings in decaying fluids from the deepest tombs. This growling, churning, puking opus of pus-ridden soundscapes is an old school sounding tome that redefines the word disgust with its mangled sonic apparitions and takes you into a state where you meditate upon the abhorrent. Taking the gloom of some Death-Doom but keeping the overall mood much more feisty and aggressive, there is bark and bite on this record while never being superficial about the actual feel of the album. Everything seems too candid and urgent to be premeditated, with precision but also spontaneity, there is no holding back the beast that is SEDIMENTUM now they have lurched and lumbered forth from whichever catacombs they dwelled within. You will be putrefied and you will love it.