At the helm of the Singapore metal thrones, the crowns of success sit neatly on top of names such as Impiety, Rudra and Wormrot, the leading forerunners who have gained worldwide recognition for their works and impact alike. This phenomenon although being a good cause for that matter, has been overshadowing the thriving underground metal scene. An underrated act that has been severing the necks with their unique brand of melodic brutality is perhaps Oshiego. The mere mention of Oshiego strikes a chord of familiarity within the hearts of underground dwellers. Most will simply agree that they are a band who have been infecting the most abrasive of ears with a number of quality releases that been greatly under looked. Thus, I looked further into the grove of their discography and entered their deadly vaults in search of a new, musical discovery. In the shoes of miners, you could say that my expedition is similar to the excavation of a rare gem. I am thrilled by this granting of satisfaction, moreover I was overly electrified.
From the vaults of Oshiego comes a flooding of high decibels mechanised with rich, warming melodies and I realised that I have opened a gateway to a river of overflowing, intense energies. Without knowing, I was then thrown to a pit of bloodthirsty snakes, their venoms course through the power amps as an array of never-ending notes one after the other, manifesting them as pure, musical brilliance. The Heretic Priests of Amon chants the rites of death metal carnage, an oath of pure dedication that was sworn by Oshiego that was further highlighted by their stellar musicianship. This is evident in their hard work of blood and sweat which intermingled with their unique formulas to deliver nothing short of a brutal assault. From this, an inextinguishable fire was born, one that burns deeply into the skins from start to the end. In the temple walls of Oshiego are stone totems carved with the brandings of Vomitory, Vader and Melechesh. Oshiego then fuses these undeniable influences with meticulousness so they do not overwrite their own presence. This in turn helps them to achieve their own identity.
These 3 bones breaking hymns strikes like thunder and leaves me astounded in awe, an initiation of a musical bloodshed right from the sounding of the first chord. Oshiego is blessed with a duo of talented guitarists with mad playing skills and the gift of technicality, a bragging right they rightfully deserved. There is no flaunting in the playing here, only the possession of a strong sense of character. The chemistry presented here is highly admirable, as the exchanging of breaking grooves and intricate guitar solos is both smooth and natural. A very well and balanced development of both parts that is only possible with their high level of melodic sensibilities. Contributing to the relevance here are the shattering drum hits in the background, although not adorned with the most complex of patterns, it maintains a steady control of things through the usage of heavy fills and groovy beats. Now what’s a death metal record without the presence of a vocalist? Umar is like an untamed beast who is possessed to kill without any fetters or restrictions. As he opens widely his jaws to consume, he lets out a series of crushing growls that leaves his victims in delirious trepidation. He crushes them with might and ease, and the feeble ones were left for dead. Surely, there was no mercy to be spared.
Usually, a band that intrigues me is one that leaves me with the wildest of imaginations, and they will simply just occupy my playlist for quite a long time. What is this sorcery? An album of high memorability and replay value I suppose. One thing I know is that Oshiego is making an offering you cannot refuse. Now beware the shifting sands as the tides are changing, the surging of titanic waves from the shores of Singapore. Remember Oshiego, for they are here to make an impact, and they are here to stay.
About the Author
This is what I feel about my favourite genre in metal:
Black Metal is a timeless piece of magic(k)al art that is not limited by boundaries. Be it musical or aesthetics wise, it contains an honest and raw essence that is capable of not only satisfying the most abrasive of listening ears, but also an elevation to a higher state of transcendence. For years, the sphere of what we considered Black Metal has since expanded. It is mainly because of the myriads of influences that have been brought into the genre itself. Moreover, the influx of experimentations has rendered traditional Black Metal characteristics invalid. This is another trait that attracted me, for one, artists could then create their own art which allow the categorisation of Black Metal to be a certain state of emotional and feelings, rather than that of musical qualities. However, it is still mostly a personal experience to undergo. For the most part, it is different for everyone and I definitely respect that. Listening to Black Metal for me is like opening the floodgates to an ever-flowing source of energies where they are being channelled and manifested in the form of music which we are able to comprehend. Through passion and dedication, one will be able to realise the true potential of the magick that is in work. With that set into stone, the occurrence of change as we know it will be bestowed upon the listeners themselves where they will bask in all the glory and rewards. It is like an endless quest on the path towards spirituality.
Axis of Metal is me showing my appreciation to the music that has been keeping me alive. I also have a personal blog -Thelightoftheinvictus.tumblr.com which I write reviews for during my free time. I am always open to views, discussions and criticism. So, shoot me an email if you would like to talk :)