Desbeeration by Bestial Invasion: A Wild Ride Through Speed and Thrash Chaos
Alright, buckle up, because Desbeeration by Bestial Invasion is one of those albums that hits you like a runaway beer truck on a Swiss mountain road. Released in 2010 under the Not On Label banner (punk rock vibes much?), this Swiss metal gem blends speed metal with thrash in ways that’ll make your neck hurt—and I mean that as a compliment.
First off, let’s talk about “Demolition Hammer.” No, it’s not just named after every headbanger’s dream toolkit—it’s an absolute rager. The track kicks off with these relentless riffs that feel like they’re trying to outrun a police chase. By the time the vocals kick in, you’re already sold. It’s raw, fast, and messy in all the right ways—like ordering fondue but ending up with raclette instead. You didn’t ask for it, but damn if it doesn’t work. What sticks out? That guitar solo. It’s so gloriously chaotic, it sounds like someone set fire to their amp mid-solo. And honestly? That’s why I remember it. Pure chaos wrapped in six strings.
Then there’s “Txmxrx,” which might be my favorite title ever. First thought: Is this some kind of heavy-metal text message code? Second thought: Who cares when the music slaps this hard? This track has groove for days, punching through with chunky riffs and drumming that feels like a jackhammer gone rogue. The breakdown halfway through? Absolute filth. Like, imagine pit-fighting goats wearing leather jackets—that’s what this song feels like. If you don’t air-guitar at least once during this tune, check your pulse. Something ain’t right.
Now, let’s touch on the rest of the album real quick. Tracks like “Desbeerated” and “Mortal Pleasure” keep the energy cranked to eleven, while “Chernotruck” throws enough nuclear-powered fury into the mix to leave you breathless. These guys clearly weren’t aiming for subtlety here—and thank Satan for that. Sometimes, you just need music that screams louder than your inner monologue.
So yeah, Desbeeration. It’s unpolished, over-the-top, and occasionally feels like it was recorded in someone’s garage during a thunderstorm—but isn’t that what makes rock ‘n’ roll great? At its core, this album reminds us that perfection is boring. Give me sloppy shredding and throat-shredding vocals any day over sterile studio magic.
And hey, here’s a fun thought: If this album were a person, it’d probably show up late to practice, spill beer everywhere, then somehow still nail every riff perfectly. Switzerland gave us chocolate, watches, and now…Bestial Invasion. Take that however you want.
Final verdict? Crank this sucker loud, preferably while doing something mildly dangerous. Your neighbors will hate you, but who asked them anyway?
