Frosthelm – Endless Winter

Rating: 4/5
Distributor/Label: Black Work (Alkemy Brothers)
Released: 22/03/2015

rsz_frosthelmBand Line-Up:

Dakota – Guitar
Brian – Drums
Tyler – Vocals
Jim – Bass

Tracklisting:

1. Glacial Eon
2. Storm Of Teeth
3. Forlorn Tides
4. Tomb Of Sordid Ruin
5. Beneath Dead Horizons
6. Endless Winter
7. Hell Between Us
8. The Dragon
9. Silent And Dark, The Everlasting

Review:

We’ve never been to North Dakota but according to Wikipedia, the winters there are pretty harsh. Apparently they’ve had temperatures recorded as low as -51°C and the snow can be as deep as a metre. In other words, whenever a light dusting of ice falls on Britain and the entire country falls apart, the people of North Dakota laugh at us. Their freezing temperatures have left a major mark on Frosthelm and their debut album is utterly obsessed with ‘The Endless Winter.’ It’s a bleak, merciless onslaught of blackened thrash akin to fighting through a blizzard so cold it makes your teeth shatter and it’s utterly merciless.

‘Beneath Dead Horizons’ for example opens with the shout of “Everything is Dead” before charging headlong into a high speed power chord massacre. It’s the sound of a band releasing all the pent up frustration of being stuck indoors for months with nothing but old Behemoth albums for company and is perfectly executed modern metal. ‘Storm Of Teeth’ meanwhile has an almost perfect opening riff and also shows off the surprisingly effective vocals of frontman Tyler. He has a vicious, raspy voice and the lyrics are surprisingly easy to decipher, even when he’s screaming like a mortally wounded alien insect.

‘Forlorn Tides’ is similarly brutal while ‘The Dragon’ adds a grandiose, mournful quality to the pummelling. In truth though, there’s not any real weak moments on ‘The Endless Winter.’ Frosthelm are consistently aggressive across all nine tracks and anyone who thinks clean singing is for poseurs should love every second of this. It is too short though and is crying out for an extra one or two songs to round it off, the end coming too soon to truly satisfy. That gripe aside, this is thirty four minutes of headbanging delight.

Review by Tim Bolitho-Jones
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