There’s a very particular stench that hits you when a band truly understands Brutal Death Metal. Not the surface-level filth some groups smear on for aesthetic points, but that deep, subterranean rot — the kind that seeps through soil when something ancient and foul starts clawing its way out.
Entombed In Sewage by Lust of Decay has that smell. Before the riffs land, before the gutturals start bubbling up from the abyss, before your brain even processes the title, the air shifts around you. You can almost taste the decay waking up.
And with that comes the realisation: Lust of Decay are back, and they haven’t returned to evolve, transcend, or refine. They’ve returned to defile.
It’s been nearly a decade since they last released anything, but you wouldn’t know it. There’s no ring rust, no softening of edges, no attempt at being modern or accessible. They don’t sound like a band stepping back into the arena — they sound like a band that spent ten years decomposing underground, soaking up bacteria and bile, and then burst through the coffin lid foaming at the mouth.
From the moment Entombed In Sewage starts, you understand exactly what decade-long resurrection they’ve undergone. The guitars don’t so much play as ooze, excreting riffs with the consistency of liquified organs. It’s the kind of tone that makes you feel like you need disinfecting. Thick, sludgy, septic, and utterly glorious — the sound of strings that should probably be burned for public safety.
The drums, meanwhile, wage a personal vendetta against your skull. The blastbeats hit hard enough to knock teeth loose, while the double-kick pummels away like a pneumatic drill trying to reach the Earth’s mantle. There’s no subtlety here — only brute force delivered with surgical accuracy, like a maniac sharpening an axe while maintaining perfect tempo. It’s violent, relentless, and exactly what Brutal Death Metal demands.
And then we get to the vocals. Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ.
This isn’t singing. This isn’t growling. This is vocalised decomposition, the kind of guttural expulsion you’d expect from a swamp creature dragged out of a bog and interrogated under duress. The noises coming out of the Jay Barnes body barely qualify as human. They’re gurgles, belches, subterranean roars, and intestinal death rattles compressed into a microphone. It’s absurdly extreme — which is to say, absolutely perfect.
Yet the real magic of Entombed In Sewage is that beneath all the slime, sludge, and sonic disease, Lust of Decay are actually writing songs. Not just riff salad. Not just chaos for chaos’s sake. Actual structure — cruelly constructed, but constructed nonetheless. They know exactly when to let the tempo spike, when to drag the riff into a sludgy crawl, when to drop into a slam section heavy enough to crack your sternum in half.
There’s intelligence behind the barbarism, and that’s why it hits so damn hard.
A lot of Brutal Death Metal bands mistake noise for aggression. Lust of Decay are not a lot of Brutal Metal bands.
Their choices feel purposeful — malicious, even — as though each transition is designed not just to punish, but to remove a specific piece of your anatomy with the precision of a back-alley surgeon.
And for a comeback album, the confidence is astonishing. There’s no “reintroduction,” no cautious experimentation, no sense that the band are warming up again. Lust of Decay sound like they’ve been waiting — festering — for the right moment to strike, and when they finally burst out of the grave, they did so with both middle fingers raised and a shovel in hand to finish the job.
Listening to Entombed In Sewage feels less like consuming music and more like enduring a biological hazard. It’s muck, it’s filth, it’s disease, it’s carnage — and it’s executed with such conviction that you can’t help but admire the dedication. In an era where so many bands overproduce every nanosecond of their work, Lust of Decay take the opposite approach: they make Brutal Death Metal feel dangerous again.
That’s the key. That’s why this album works. It feels like you’ve been exposed to something highly contagious. Entombed In Sewage isn’t just a comeback — it’s a contamination event.
Entombed In Sewage by Lust Of Decay is available December 12th via Comatose Music.
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BLACK METAL ARCHIVES VERDICT: A rancid, violent, beautifully repulsive slab of Brutal Death Metal savagery. Lust of Decay didn’t return from the grave — they erupted from it. Essential listening for anyone who likes their music filthy enough to require biohazard gloves.
