Pressure by Bloodbather: A Gut-Punch of Deathcore Fury
If you’re into music that feels like a sledgehammer to the chest, Pressure by Bloodbather is your jam. This 2018 release from the US doesn’t mess around—it’s raw, relentless, and dripping with aggression. With genres like metal and rock but styles firmly planted in deathcore and metalcore, this album grabs you by the throat and doesn’t let go. Released via Pattern Recognition Records and Not On Label, it’s the kind of project that screams “DIY grit” while still sounding monstrous.
The tracklist loops back on itself a bit, repeating songs like Pressure, Sacrifice, and End. At first, I was like, “Wait, did they just run out of ideas?” But honestly? It kinda works. The repetition feels intentional, almost hypnotic, as if the band wants to drill these moments into your skull. And trust me, some of those moments stick.
Take Suicide Note, for example. Holy crap, this song hits hard—not just sonically, but emotionally. The lyrics feel scrawled in blood and desperation, and the breakdowns? Chef’s kiss. You can practically hear the vocalist shredding their vocal cords, which makes it all the more real. It’s one of those tracks where you’re not sure whether to mosh or cry, so you do both. Messy? Yeah. Powerful? Hell yeah.
Then there’s The Hunt. This one’s got teeth. It opens with this creeping, eerie vibe before exploding into chaos—a bit like being stalked by something you can’t see, then ambushed outta nowhere. The riffs are nasty, the drums are relentless, and the whole thing just feels… alive. Like, dangerously alive. Every time it comes on, I catch myself headbanging harder than I should, given my neck’s fragile state.
Now, I gotta say, this album isn’t perfect. Some might call it repetitive (and yeah, technically, it is). But honestly? That’s part of its charm. It’s less about variety and more about hammering home a singular, suffocating mood. Listening to Pressure feels like being trapped in a room with no air—claustrophobic, intense, and impossible to ignore.
Here’s the kicker: after spinning this record a few times, I started wondering why we even need polished production in heavy music. Maybe imperfection is what makes albums like Pressure feel human. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it because my ears are ringing. Either way, Bloodbather crafted something brutal and unforgettable here. So next time life feels overwhelming, throw this bad boy on. Nothing says “I’ve got everything under control” quite like screaming along to deathcore at top volume.
