Ghost Of Sparta by Dayum: A Brutal Assault on Your Eardrums
If you’re into music that punches you in the face and doesn’t apologize, Ghost Of Sparta by Dayum is gonna rip your skull clean off. Released in 2019 under Realityfade Records (and self-released through their own hustle), this Austrian deathcore/technical death metal beast hits hard like a bar fight in a mosh pit. With tracks like “Ghost Of Sparta” and “Challenge Of Poseidon,” it’s clear these guys aren’t here to play nice—they’re here to destroy.
Let’s talk about “Ghost Of Sparta,” the title track. Right outta the gate, Adam Alexander’s vocals tear through your soul like nails on steel. It’s raw, pissed-off, and dripping with attitude. The riffs? Oh man, Julius Kössler’s guitar work slams so hard it feels like he wrote them while punching a wall. Michael Goeschl’s drumming is relentless—blast beats for days—and when Christian Huebel chimes in with his backing vocals on this one, it adds this extra layer of chaos that just makes everything click. You don’t listen to this track; you survive it.
Then there’s “Challenge Of Poseidon.” This song is straight-up warfare. The intro grabs you by the throat and drags you into a sonic battlefield where every note fights for dominance. Thomas Feanis’ basslines rumble underneath like distant thunder before exploding into full-on carnage. And let me tell ya, the breakdowns? Nasty as hell. They’re the kind of heavy that makes your neighbors hate you if you crank it loud enough—which, honestly, you should. This track sticks because it’s not just noise—it’s calculated brutality, a masterclass in how to balance technicality with sheer aggression.
The production deserves props too. Mixed and recorded by Julius Kössler himself and mastered by Joshua Wickman, it’s tight as fuck without losing its raw edge. Every scream, every cymbal crash, every bass thud cuts through like a knife. No fluff, no filler—just pure, unfiltered rage.
So yeah, Ghost Of Sparta ain’t perfect—it’s messy, chaotic, and sometimes over-the-top—but that’s what makes it unforgettable. It’s the sound of five dudes channeling their inner demons and spitting them back at you in the form of killer riffs and guttural screams. If you’re looking for something polished and radio-friendly, keep walking. But if you want an album that feels like getting hit by a freight train made of broken glass, this is your jam.
And hey, here’s the kicker: listening to this album feels kinda like therapy. Like, who needs a shrink when you’ve got Dayum screaming your existential crises away? Fucked up, but true.
