DEAD MAUL - "Overlord" / "Dead Mall" Double Nuclear powered Industrial Doom Masterpiece
DEAD MAUL - "Overlord" / "Dead Mall"
Florida's been breeding mutants in the swamps again. Dead Maul crawls out of Tampa Bay like some two-headed industrial beast that's been feeding on rusted I-beams and gasoline fumes, and these two tracks hit like a steel girder to the teeth.
This brilliant duo's got that early Godflesh worship down to a science—the kind where Broadrick was still pissed off enough to make machines sound genuinely threatening. "Overlord" and "Dead Mall" aren't just songs; they're sonic bulldozers. The programmed drums pound with that cold, mechanical precision that makes your chest cavity rattle, while the bass doesn't just drop—it caves in your skull from the inside.
But here's the thing: Dead Maul aren't just xeroxing the Birmingham blueprint. The vocals on these tracks are absolutely caustic, somewhere between a battery acid gargle and genuine human misery. When they're spitting about concrete monoliths and consumer obedience on "Overlord," there's this palpable disgust that feels immediate, like they're watching late-stage capitalism devour souls in real-time at the strip mall down the street.
The riffs are corroded and cruel, designed to inflict maximum damage. Nothing flashy—just pure, nihilistic groove that locks into those drum programs like gears in some nightmarish machine. It's doom played through factory equipment, slow enough to feel every ounce of weight, heavy enough to flatten anything in its path.
"Dead Mall" (presumably) leans into that distinctly American decay aesthetic—those abandoned shopping centres where the fountains run dry and the only thing left is fluorescent ghost-light and bad memories. Perfect soundtrack material for documenting the end of the empire, one shuttered Sears at a time.
Two tracks shouldn't feel this complete, but Dead Maul makes it work. This is industrial doom stripped to its ugliest essentials: no mercy, no hope, just the sound of machinery grinding human beings into paste. Nasty, uncompromising, and exactly what this genre needed. This is fucking so awesome, and we need an album asap!!!
FOR FANS OF: Godflesh, Primitive Man, Author & Punisher, and general despair and desolation
RATING: 1 Million out of 10
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