Implosion Psychosis by Visceral Decay: A Death Metal Gut Punch from Brazil
Alright, so you’ve probably stumbled across this review because you’re into heavy stuff—like, really heavy stuff. And let me tell ya, Visceral Decay’s Implosion Psychosis delivers exactly that. Released in 2015 under the aptly named Guttural Brutality Productions, this Brazilian death metal beast is not for the faint of heart. It’s raw, relentless, and downright nasty in all the best ways.
First off, if you’re expecting polished production or radio-friendly hooks, turn back now. This album doesn’t care about being accessible—it’s here to crush your skull with riffs heavier than a truckload of anvils. Tracks like “Upcoming Execution” and “I’m a Genetic Abomination” are burned into my brain after just one listen, and honestly? That’s rare for me.
Take “Upcoming Execution,” for example. The opening riff hits you like a sledgehammer to the face, and it doesn’t let up. The vocals are this guttural growl that sounds like someone gargling nails, but somehow it works. There’s this chaotic energy throughout the song that makes it feel like you’re standing too close to an explosion—you can’t look away (or stop headbanging). It’s short, brutal, and leaves you gasping for air by the end. Classic death metal done right.
Then there’s “I’m a Genetic Abomination.” Man, where do I even start? The title alone screams early 2000s grindhouse horror flick, and the music matches that vibe perfectly. The track has these insane tempo shifts that keep you on edge, and the breakdown near the middle? Absolute filth. Like, I could practically smell the rotting flesh while listening to it. It’s the kind of song that makes you wanna smash something—or maybe write angry poetry about societal collapse. Either way, it sticks with you.
The rest of the album follows suit, with tracks like “Euphoric Cannibalism” and “You’re the Next Victim” keeping the intensity dialed up to eleven. Even though every song blends into a wall of noise at times, each track brings its own twisted flavor to the table. Plus, how can you not love titles like “Patologias Necrosicóticas”? These guys clearly had fun naming their songs, and it shows.
One thing worth noting is that the production isn’t perfect—it’s gritty as hell, which might turn off some listeners who prefer cleaner mixes. But honestly, that rough-around-the-edges sound fits the vibe of Implosion Psychosis. It’s like hearing a live recording of a band tearing apart a basement show somewhere deep in São Paulo. You don’t need polish when you’ve got pure aggression.
So yeah, Implosion Psychosis won’t win any Grammys (not that death metal ever does), but it doesn’t need to. It’s a no-frills, no-bullshit assault on your ears that reminds you why death metal exists in the first place—to shock, terrify, and exhilarate. If you dig bands like Cannibal Corpse or Dying Fetus, you’ll find plenty to love here.
Final thought? Listening to this album feels like mainlining adrenaline straight into your veins. Or maybe getting punched in the gut repeatedly—but in a good way, you know? Anyway, give it a spin if you dare, but don’t blame me if your neighbors start complaining.
