No Truth Found by Carnivored: A Brutal Dive into Death Metal Chaos
Alright, buckle up. If you’re looking for an album that punches you in the face and then kicks you while you're down, No Truth Found by Carnivored is your ticket. Released back in 2014 outta Indonesia, this beast of a record doesn’t mess around. It’s raw, relentless, and dripping with venom—exactly what you want from death metal. And hey, shoutout to Undying Music and Carnivored self-releasing this monster because sometimes the best stuff comes straight from the gut.
Let’s talk tracks. You’ve got sixteen slabs of sonic brutality here, but two cuts really stuck in my skull like a rusty nail: “Grief Flow Through The Law” and “Angel of Piggish.”
“Grief Flow Through The Law” hits hard right outta the gate. The riffs are jagged, like broken glass on concrete, and the vocals sound like someone gargling razors after a bad day. But it’s not just noise—it’s got groove. Like, nasty groove. There’s this moment halfway through where the drums drop out for a second, leaving only this eerie guitar line hanging there before everything explodes again. Feels like getting sucker-punched at a funeral. Dark? Yeah. Memorable? Hell yeah.
Then there’s “Angel of Piggish,” which might be one of the most unholy things I’ve heard all year. The title alone screams blasphemy, but the music takes it further. This track is chaos wrapped in filth, with blast beats so fast they could strip paint off walls. What makes it stick, though, is how it switches gears midway—slowing down into this doom-laden crawl that feels like being buried alive. By the time it speeds back up, you’re already gasping for air. Nasty, man. Just nasty.
The rest of the album keeps the momentum going, though some tracks feel repetitive if you listen to the whole thing in one go (which I did, because apparently I hate myself). Songs like “Heresy of the Priest” and “Blasted With Parasites” bring more of the same unrelenting aggression, but honestly, when it’s done this well, who cares?
Here’s the kicker: listening to No Truth Found feels less like entertainment and more like therapy—for people who need their therapy loud and angry. It’s messy, sure, but isn’t that kinda the point? Life’s messy too.
So, final thoughts? This album won’t win any Grammys (not that death metal ever does), but it doesn’t have to. It’s a middle finger to polish and perfection, and damn if that doesn’t feel refreshing. Oh, and fun fact: Carnivored repeats a couple tracks on the album (Guinea Pigs of Regime, anyone?), but instead of feeling lazy, it kinda works. Like hearing the same nightmare twice—different angles, same terror.
If you’re into metal that bites back, crank this up. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors start throwing rocks at your window.
