Garden Of Bones by Demorphed: A Raw Rock Ride Worth Remembering
Alright, let’s talk about Garden Of Bones by Demorphed. This 2015 rock album from Germany is one of those hidden gems that sneaks up on you when you least expect it. Released under Bloody Bastard Records, it’s got this gritty, unpolished vibe that feels like they didn’t overthink things—which honestly works in their favor.
First off, props to the lineup: Tina on bass, Markus hammering the drums, Axel and Tobi tearing it up on guitars, Frank delivering some seriously raw vocals, and Jonsson mastering the whole thing. It’s clear these guys weren’t trying to reinvent rock—they just wanted to make something real. And yeah, they pulled it off.
Now, onto the tracks. There are seven songs here, but I’ll focus on two standouts because life’s too short for long-winded reviews.
The title track, Garden Of Bones, kicks things off with a punch. It starts heavy, almost like an ambush, and then Frank’s voice comes in—gruff but full of emotion. You can tell this isn’t your typical polished stadium rock; it’s more like someone poured their soul into every note. What sticks with me most is how the guitar riffs weave through the chaos without ever losing control. By the time the chorus hits, you’re hooked. Not sure what "garden of bones" even means, but hey, sometimes music doesn’t need explanations—it just needs to hit hard, and this does.
Then there’s Full Spectrum Domination. Whoa, buckle up for this one. The intro alone grabs you by the collar and doesn’t let go. Between Markus’ thunderous drumming and Tina’s basslines (which are way more prominent than you’d think), this track feels like a call to arms. Around the halfway mark, the guitars break into this wild solo that sounds like pure rebellion bottled up and unleashed. Honestly? If this song doesn’t get your blood pumping, check your pulse—you might be dead.
Other tracks like From Beyond and Return To Sirus keep the energy alive, though nothing quite tops those first two bangers. Oh, and shoutout to the Interlude—it’s short but gives you a breather before diving back into the mayhem. Smart move.
Here’s the thing about Garden Of Bones: it’s not perfect. Some parts feel rough around the edges, and yeah, maybe a few transitions could’ve been smoother. But honestly? That’s part of its charm. It’s messy in all the right ways, like a live show where everything’s slightly out of control but still unforgettable.
Random thought as I wrap this up: if rock albums were people, Garden Of Bones would probably be the guy at a party who shows up late, spills beer everywhere, and somehow ends up being the most interesting person in the room. Give it a spin—you won’t regret it.