At just over three minutes, "Poison Me" doesn't dilly-dally. It begins with screeching guitar tones that cut through the ominous silence like a shard of glass under a heavy boot. The track shortly plummets into a wall of guttural shouts and thunderous percussion fierce, unyielding, and achingly human. It's a pressure valve for pent-up misery, constructed with near-surgical precision.
Conceptually, the specific words will always be sacred to the speakers, but the emotional heft resounds like a bell. The song is about the magnetism of pain and the fine line between inflicting harm and being harmed. It's a vulnerable sort of thing that only death metal, at its best, can mete out with such brutality and beauty.
Praise My Pain finds power not only in volume but in intent. There's melody in the madness, moments where the guitars raggedly sing out in a wordless, eerie moan, offering respite that gives the necessary amount of ground to stand on, a little gift of space amid the chaos. That combination of weight and haunting melody is what sets this duo apart. They're not just loud. They're storytellers with blood on their hands and stories they want to tell.
"Poison Me" feels like it was written in the thick of a breakdown and then molded into something eerily poetic. It's a shout of defiance from people who have seen darkness and then learned to sing right through it. For death metal fans hankering intensity with genuine emotion, Praise My Pain is a name to keep in mind. "Poison Me" is demanding to be heard.
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Metal