SPLIT 7 by Embryonic Devourment: A Raw Dive into Sonic Chaos
If you’re looking for something that punches hard and doesn’t apologize, SPLIT 7 by Embryonic Devourment might just be your next obsession. This album isn’t about perfection—it’s raw, unfiltered, and dripping with attitude. It’s the kind of record you throw on when you wanna feel like the world is spinning too fast to keep up. And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn good.
One standout track is “Ruptured Veins.” The opening riff grabs you by the throat and refuses to let go. It’s messy in all the right ways—like someone took all their frustration and shoved it into six minutes of pure chaos. The vocals are guttural, almost animalistic, but there’s this weird melody lurking beneath the surface. You don’t expect it, but once you catch it, it sticks. Like a burr in your sock, except way cooler.
Then there’s “Fractured Echoes,” which flips the script entirely. Instead of relentless aggression, this one leans into eerie atmospherics. The drums hit like distant thunder while the guitars weave through dissonant tones that make your skin crawl—in a good way. Around the three-minute mark, everything drops out except for this haunting feedback loop. For a second, you think the track’s over, but then BAM—it roars back louder than ever. Feels like getting blindsided, but again, in the best possible way.
What really stays with me about SPLIT 7 is how unpredictable it feels. Just when you think you’ve got its vibe figured out, it shifts gears completely. It’s not polished or shiny, and thank god for that. There’s no attempt to sound radio-friendly here; it’s music made for people who live for the grit.
Here’s the thing though—this album isn’t for everyone. If you can’t handle noise that sounds like it was recorded in a collapsing warehouse, maybe skip it. But if you dig experimental metal with zero chill, this’ll hit different. Honestly, after listening to it, I kinda wanted to start a band myself. Or destroy something. Probably both.
