Omegavortex – Omegavortex
Genre: Rock (Death Metal, Black Metal)
Released: 2018, Germany
Label: Ancient Spirit Terror
Alright, buckle up because this one’s a wild ride into the abyss. Omegavortex, both the band and their self-titled debut, is like being thrown into a blender of chaos, despair, and riffs so dense they could probably collapse a black hole. This ain’t your run-of-the-mill metal album—it's raw, unfiltered, and dripping with that grimy German edge we all secretly crave.
Let’s talk tracks. First up, “Black Abomination Spawn.” Holy hell, does this song hit hard. It opens with this guttural growl that feels like someone just woke up in the underworld and isn’t happy about it. The guitars? Relentless. They’re not just playing notes—they’re summoning demons or something. And the drumming? Dude, it’s like machine-gun fire mixed with thunderclaps. You can practically feel the earth cracking beneath your feet. What sticks with me here is how the track builds—starts off nasty, gets nastier, and then throws you into a mosh pit of pure sonic carnage. By the end, I was outta breath, and I was just sitting on my couch.
Then there’s “Omega Spheres.” If “Black Abomination Spawn” is the apocalypse, this one’s the cold, empty void left behind. It’s slower, creepier, but no less heavy. The riffs are these massive, sludgy things that crawl over you like shadows stretching across a battlefield at dusk. There’s this eerie atmosphere to it, like you’re floating through space while some cosmic horror hunts you down. Halfway through, it explodes into this frenetic blastbeat section that’ll make your ears bleed in the best way possible. It’s haunting, vicious, and kinda beautiful in its own twisted way.
The rest of the album keeps the madness going strong—“Dark Matter” is a relentless assault that never lets up, while “Gateways” closes things out with an almost ritualistic vibe. But honestly, those first two tracks? They’re burned into my brain like a bad tattoo I can’t regret.
What’s wild about Omegavortex is how it manages to be both brutal and atmospheric without ever feeling forced. It’s like the band took everything great about death metal and black metal, threw it into a cauldron, and added their own secret spice blend. No frills, no gimmicks, just pure auditory destruction.
So yeah, if you’re looking for something that’ll rip your face off and then whisper existential dread into your soul, give this album a spin. Just don’t blame me when your neighbors start complaining about the noise—or when you realize you’ve been headbanging alone for three hours straight.
Oh, and hey—if anyone from Omegavortex reads this, y’all need to tour. Like, yesterday.
