Brimstone Sulphur And Blood by Hellsermon: A Wild Ride Through Aussie Metal Mayhem
Alright, let’s talk about Brimstone Sulphur And Blood, the gnarly 2001 release from Australia’s own Hellsermon. If you’re into Death Metal and Black Metal with that raw, unpolished edge, this album is gonna slap you upside the head—and you’ll love it for it.
First off, can we just appreciate how metal the title is? It’s like someone took all the ingredients for chaos, tossed ‘em in a cauldron, and pressed play. The album came out under Decius Productions, which makes sense because it’s got that underground vibe that screams “we don’t care what you think.” And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn good.
Now, I gotta call out two tracks here—Pissing In The Baptismal Font and Brimstone, Sulphur And Blood. These songs aren’t just filler; they stick to your brain like gum on hot asphalt.
Starting with Pissing In The Baptismal Font (yeah, try saying that five times fast), this track hits hard right outta the gate. The riffs are nasty, like someone took a chainsaw to your speakers but in the best way possible. The vocals? Pure venom. You can practically feel the spit flying as the singer growls his guts out. There’s something oddly satisfying about how unapologetic it feels—it doesn’t hold back, and neither should you when cranking this one up.
Then there’s the title track, Brimstone, Sulphur And Blood. This beast takes no prisoners. It’s dark, brooding, and has this relentless energy that drags you straight into its fiery pit. The drumming is insane—blast beats galore—and the guitar work twists and turns like a snake ready to strike. Every time I hear it, I’m reminded why I fell in love with extreme metal in the first place. It’s not polished or shiny—it’s dirty, dangerous, and dripping with attitude.
What really stands out about this album is its authenticity. Hellsermon didn’t phone it in—they poured their guts into every second of these tracks. Sure, some parts might sound rough around the edges, but that’s part of the charm. It’s like getting punched in the face by an old friend—you kinda enjoy it afterward.
So yeah, if you’re looking for something safe or radio-friendly, keep scrolling. But if you want an album that grabs you by the throat and refuses to let go, give Brimstone Sulphur And Blood a spin. Oh, and fun fact: listening to this while walking through Melbourne at night makes you feel like the main character in your own horror flick. Just saying.
Final thought: Whoever said Australians only do AC/DC clearly hasn’t heard Hellsermon. Cheers to that!
