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Carnifex

More Than Misery

BY INêS DUARTE
Carnifex — More Than Misery album artwork
Carnifex — More Than Misery album artwork

There is a peculiar weight to the atmosphere surrounding Carnifex's latest offering, 'More Than Misery'. In the realm of deathcore, where the line between aesthetic and genuine visceral experience can often blur into a muddy grey, this record carves out a distinct, albeit grim, identity. It is not merely a collection of breakdowns and gut-punching lows; it is a deliberate, suffocurally heavy exploration of mortality and the agony of physical and spiritual decay.

From the opening moments of "...and I Held Hands With Death", the listener is plunged into a sonic thicket of dense, suffocating production. The guitars possess a jagged, serrated edge that seems to cut through the air before the low-end weight pins you to the floor. There is a palpable sense of dread here, one that suggests the band is moving beyond the 'shock' tactics of the genre toward a more atmospheric, almost ritualistic form of violence. The transition into "More Than Misery" serves as a foundational thesis for the album, establishing a rhythm that feels as inevitable as a closing casket.

A brutal, atmospheric trek through the anatomy of grief, where the sonic violence feels like a desperate scream against the inevitable.

As the journey progresses through "The Process of Pain" and "No Gods Only Graves", the thematic thread of bodily and existential suffering becomes more pronounced. The vocals possess a desperate, jagged texture that perfectly mirrors the lyrical preoccupation with rot and ruin. It is an empathy-driven approach to heavy music; you can feel the internal friction of the artist pushing against the limitations of the human form. The songwriting feels intentional, trading the frenetic pace of some of their peers for a plodding, crushing momentum that allows the grim imagery to settle in.

Mid-way through the record, "Coffin Crowned King" and "Roses & Rotting Corpses" offer a shift toward something more cinematic—if the cinema in question is a gothic nightmare. The contrast between the floral imagery and the stench of the grave provides a vivid sonic tapestry. Here, the melodic sensibilities of metalcore are pulled into the abyss of deathcore, creating a haunting juxtaposition. It is during these moments that the album finds its strongest foothold, creating a sense of place rather than just a showcase of technical proficiency.

However, the journey isn't without its moments of heavy-handedness. While the evocative title "Heart Made of Teeth" suggests a visceral, terrifying landscape, the sheer density of the low-tuned sludge can occasionally feel repetitive. There are moments where the emotional arc plateaus in favor of perfecting a specific, punishing aesthetic. Yet, even in these moments, the commitment to the atmosphere is unwavering. The band isn't interested in being accessible; they are interested in being immersive.

"Only the Dead" and "Gothic Serpent" lean further into the mysticism of the genre, weaving intricate, jagged patterns that contrast sharply with the blunt force of the preceding tracks. The technicality is there, but it serves the mood rather than distracting from it. It is a nuanced distinction that separates 'More Than Misery' from its contemporaries. They are constructing a cathedral of rot, and every pillar is reinforced with crushing weight.

Closing with the evocative "Licking Love From a Knife", the album ends on a note of sharp, agonizing beauty. It is a stark, lonely finale that encapsulates the overarching theme: the agony of trying to find connection in a dying world. It leaves the listener feeling battered and drained, as if they have survived a long, harrowing trek through a desolate wasteland.

Ultimately, 'More Than Misery' sits in a comfortable but challenging position. It doesn't break every rule of deathcore, but it pushes the boundaries of its emotional reach. It is a grim, beautifully ugly portrait of what happens when the human spirit is ground down by the weight of existence. It is a somber victory for the genre's capability to hold space for genuine, evocative atmosphere.",

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