Death metal very rarely goes through stale periods, but there was a time when it felt like new, interesting bands rarely appeared. Yet in 2016, Gatecreeper, along with excellent death releases from Venom Prison and Blood Incantation, unveiled their ferocious new album, âSonoran Depravationâ. It is nine volatile bursts of bludgeoning death metal with an added touch of heavy hardcore, creating one of the most hellacious albums of last year.
On this rainy Monday night in Camden, Gatecreeper are the reason that 150 hungry metal fans have crammed into local sweatbox, The Black Heart, eager to catch the Arizona bandâs first ever London show. The darkened confines of this venue are perfect for tonightâs proceedings, and the temperature reaches such a high point during Gatecreeperâs set that you would be forgiven if you thought they had brought the Sonoran Desert with them, but we will get to that later.
Before that, German death metal band Ratlord offer a lesson in brutality whether you want them to or not. With a sound that harks back to early Death, Morbid Angel, and Dying Fetus, Ratlord are as devastating as they are tight. Their technical prowess knows no bounds as they tear through tracks from their latest self-titled EP, with a hail of blast beats and guttural screams that are absolutely blistering. Their set is less than half an hour long, but they leave a lasting impression on tonightâs audience.
As Gatecreeper take to the stage, Chase H. Mason informs the room that he is sick, but is still going to âplay some songs and kick some ass.â He wastes no time in proving that point as the band launch into âCraving Fleshâ with a flurry of chest crushing double kick beats meet a duel onslaught of thunderous, low-end guitars. It bleeds into the abrasive fury of âSterilizedâ, before Mason tackles his past demons on the brutally honest âDesperationâ.
What makes Gatecreeper stand out is that they forgo any âdeathcoreâ clichĂ©s, bringing the hardcore groove of early Merauder and Biohazard, and the ignorant breakdowns of Hatebreed and Shattered Realm to their classic death metal sound. The opening riff of âFlamethrowerâ is redolent of heavy New York hardcore, before Masonâs vicious vocal delivery takes over and drives it into death metal dirge.
They tear through virtually every track on âSonoran Depravationâ, and no one would have complained if they had played the album in its entirety. They do drop in a furious version of âForce Fedâ from their original demo, before wrapping things up with âStrongholdâ. Gatecreeperâs set seems to be over before they have even had a chance to get going, but it was a short, sharp, and devastating London show for one of the best new death metal bands around, leaving The Black Heart a mess of blood, sweat, broken glass, and by all accounts, vomit.
GLEN BUSHELL