Shadowed By Light: A Brutal Dive into Darkness
Alright, let’s talk Shadowed By Light, the 2017 release from Abated Mass Of Flesh. This US-based band doesn’t mess around—they’re out here bringing the goods with their self-released death metal/deathcore hybrid that hits like a freight train full of broken glass and bad intentions. If you're into music that makes your ears bleed in the best way possible, this album might just be your new obsession.
First off, the title track “Shadowed By Light” is an absolute crusher. It kicks in with zero chill—blast beats so fast they feel illegal, guttural vocals that sound like someone trying to exorcise a demon, and riffs sharp enough to slice through steel. What sticks with me? The breakdown about halfway through—it’s not overly complicated, but damn if it doesn’t make you want to punch a hole in drywall (or mosh responsibly). There’s something primal about how the song builds tension before completely annihilating it. You don’t listen to this track; you survive it.
Then there’s another standout moment on the album—I won’t spoil every detail, because discovery is half the fun—but one of the later tracks throws in these eerie atmospheric bits between the chaos. For a second, you think maybe the band forgot they were making deathcore, then BAM! Back to business with a riff so heavy it could collapse a black hole. It’s those little surprises that keep things fresh and unpredictable, like walking into a haunted house where the ghosts also hate your guts.
What I love most about Shadowed By Light is its rawness. No frills, no fancy label backing—just pure aggression straight from the underground trenches of American metal. Self-releasing ain’t easy, but Abated Mass Of Flesh pulls it off like seasoned pros. Sure, some parts are rough around the edges, but isn’t that what makes DIY stuff so cool? It’s real. Like, “I just got punched in the soul” real.
So yeah, if you’re looking for polished production or radio-friendly hooks, this ain’t it. But if you crave unfiltered brutality mixed with moments of unsettling beauty, give this album a spin. Just… maybe wear earplugs. Your neighbors will thank you.
Final thought: Listening to this feels like staring into the void while the void stares back—and whispers, “You’re next.” And honestly? That’s kinda awesome.
