INNUMERABLE FORMS - Pain Effulgence as reviewed by Mark Jenkins. When Death-Doom Gets Dangerously Catchy

INNUMERABLE FORMS - Pain Effulgence as reviewed by Mark Jenkins When Death-Doom Gets Dangerously Catchy Holy shit. Boston's Innumerable Forms just dropped a fucking atom bomb on the underground with Pain Effulgence , and it's simultaneously the heaviest and most addictive thing you'll hear this year. This isn't your typical knuckle-dragging death-doom sludgefest—this is something far more sinister. Justin DeTore and his crew of degenerates have weaponized melody in ways that should be illegal. Picture this: you're getting steamrolled by a Finnish death metal bulldozer circa '92, but somehow you're humming along to your own funeral march. It's fucked up in the best possible way. THE RIFFS THAT KILL Chris Ulsh and Jensen Ward's guitar work is straight-up tectonic warfare. "Impulse" opens like a coffin lid slamming shut, while "Blotted Inside" churns with that putrid Demigod nastiness we all secretly crave. But here's the ...