REVIEW: Pyromancer - Demo MMXV


I don't usually judge a band, project, or artist by the quality of their demo. To me, a demo usually is the absolute base version of their work -a musical doodle, so to speak- and, as such, its not always fair to judge something that might change drastically over time. Then again, not all demos are as good as Pyromancers; not all albums are even as good as what I've heard on Demo MMXV. Yes, this means that I have yet again stumbled upon something which adds yet another exception to one of the many 'rules' I have established when it comes to reviewing albums.

This Demo is, for a lack of a better definition, black metal with a big bloody splash of death thrown in for good measure. Certainly, Pyromancer has quite a few influences at work with their album -no doubt the typical few that every black metal group or project swears by- but makes up for the typical tropes with a bevy of Celtic Frost styled bravery. Not that there are any pop song covers on this (though seriously Pyromancer, a black metal cover of 'Take on Me' would be legendary), but Demo MMXV really does include a few non-typical stylistics that you rarely see nowadays – especially since those devout to the sub-genre now shun change in general, for no apparent reason. Songs will, without rhyme or reason, suddenly switch gears and go-full on death metal. A change that should be abrupt and unfitting, but really shows that most of the differences between death and black are either superficial or strictly to do with certain vocal styles.

I personally loved the obscure contrasts within Demo MMXV. I feel that they added a lot of spirit, but that's not to say that the more pure blooded affairs present on this album are sub-par in any way. The Pyromancer duo seem to have a firm grasp on their chosen sub-genre and they know exactly what black metal should sound like. Yes, the production is bare-bones and dirt-poor but not so much as to, say, sound like the whole album is being played in a closet three rooms away. Xul at Studio Hell hit the mark with the low-fi filth-laden quality of it all, sacrificing none of the charm whatsoever.

Bloody, filthy, and full of PURE OCCULT FIRE!