To twist Alfred Pennyworth’s immortal words:
Some bands aren’t chasing logic, fame, or fortune. They can’t be soothed, softened, pacified, or redirected. Some bands just want to watch the world burn — and Azzaya are standing in the middle of the fire with grins carved into their faces.
Infernal Blasphemia is the proof.
A 22-minute crime scene.A throat-slashing, blast-ridden spree.
A declaration of war delivered with zero warning — Black Metal that doesn’t introduce itself, it just starts the killing.
Azzaya don’t warm up. They don’t tease. They don’t offer a handshake before the violence begins. The opening one-two punch of Infernal Blasphemia and Black Death Assault is as subtle as a petrol bomb lobbed into a church. Both tracks erupt with rabid immediacy, shredding through the speakers with the kind of chaotic hatred that feels less like a band performing and more like a pack of feral beasts tearing through their restraints. Riffs come flying like jagged pieces of shrapnel, the drumming is a barrage of militaristic cruelty, and the vocals sound like they’re clawing their way up from the furnace beneath the earth.
It’s pure carnage — the sort of sonic destruction that leaves you blinking, breathless, and half-convinced you’ve just witnessed something illegal.
Then Life For a Life enters like a blood-stained pause. Not a soft one, not a break for reflection — more like the moment after the knife is pulled from the wound but before the next one goes in. It steps back from the relentless barrage, offering a brief moment of steadiness, tension, and sinister atmosphere. Azzaya know that violence hits harder when it’s measured. This is the inhale before the next scream.
Because The Fall of Man wastes absolutely no time reloading the weapon. It comes roaring back with hateful precision, a track that feels like the band are personally escorting you through a scorched battlefield. Guitars twist like burning tendons, drums hammer in martial fury, and the whole thing builds a sense of momentum that’s impossible to resist. Azzaya aren’t just writing songs — they’re orchestrating a ritualised massacre.
And from here, the EP establishes its final arc: total annihilation in three movements.
It becomes a hate-fuelled sermon. It’s sharp, punchy, and soaked in venom, delivered with the swagger of a band fully aware that they’re operating at their most lethal. It is brooding, hateful, triumphant, with the kind of ending that leaves you staring at the smoking aftermath, wondering how the room got so quiet so fast, and more importantly… how you’re going to hide all the bodies.
What makes Infernal Blasphemia such a devastating EP isn’t just the speed or the fury — though both are delivered with near-sociopathic joy. It’s the intention. The way Azzaya balance their blast-driven savagery with just enough mid-tempo darkness to make the whole experience feel like a single, violent ritual rather than a collection of songs.
This is Black Metal stripped to its purest instinct: chaotic, destructive, hungry. Azzaya aren’t here to impress you. They’re here to leave bloodied marks.
Infernal Blasphemia by Azzaya is available November 29th via Maledict Records/War Prod.
CHOICE CUT: Of Blood, Gold, and Eternal Darkness
BLACK METAL ARCHIVES VERDICT: A scorched-earth rampage with no survivors. Azzaya deliver violence with purpose, venom with ritual commitment, and Black Metal with absolutely zero compromise. Short, savage, and unforgettable — a true ritual of destruction.
PRESS SOURCE: Cátia C./Against PR.
