If you’re not already knee-deep in Swedish death metal muck by now, you’re doing life wrong. And RIBSPREADER? They’re not here to politely knock on the door of your eardrums ; they’re kicking it down with steel-toed boots caked in cemetery dirt.
The band, which is basically Rogga Johansson’s ever-evolving death metal laboratory, just dropped the full package for their 11th album, As Gods Devour, coming September 30th via Xtreem Music. That’s right, eleventh. At this point, Rogga’s discography is longer than most people’s Spotify playlists, but here’s the thing: the man doesn’t churn. He burns. And this one? It’s a slow, septic burn.
The first single, streaming on YouTube, doesn’t waste time. It’s thick, guttural, and smells faintly of chain oil and old blood. Think early Entombed, Dismember’s nastiest riffs, and a pinch of that Putrevore-level decay, but with a production that’s raw without being lazy. Håkan Stuvemark (Wombbath, because of course) tears through lead lines like a man who’s seen too many autopsies, while Jon Rudin (Just Before Dawn) hammers the kit like he’s trying to bury something. Deep.
The tracklist reads like a horror short story collection: “The Pig in You”, “Rotten Soil Serenade”, “Feeder Bleeder”, titles so gloriously disgusting they make you wanna check your shower drain. And the cover art? A masterpiece by Spanish artist Lucretia Morti, it’s a grotesque feast of divine decay. The image depicts a surreal landscape where molten lava flows like rivers of blood, reflecting an otherworldly sky glowing with toxic hues of blue and red. Jagged cliffs rise from the inferno, their edges dripping with fiery tears, while lightning cracks across the horizon, illuminating the chaos below, casting an eerie light over the desolate terrain. Every detail screams of destruction and despair, fitting perfectly with the themes of corruption and decay that permeate the music.
What’s impressive is how RIBSPREADER still feels vital in a scene drowning in nostalgia. This isn’t retro for retro’s sake. It’s Swedish death metal with its spine cracked, its jaw unhinged, and its eyes still hungry. Rogga could phone it in at this point ; nobody would blame him. But instead, he doubles down on the filth. On the feeling.
As Gods Devour isn’t just another album. It’s a statement: death metal isn’t a museum piece. It’s a living, breathing, rotting thing and RIBSPREADER are its proud, stinking caretakers.
Pre-order your decay now. Your soul won’t thank you, but your speakers will.
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