Yersin are from the UK and play crust/metal. This is their second album.
Yersin play a hybrid style that combines grindcore, crust, death metal, black metal, and thrash metal into 25 minutes of sludgy filth and fury. This may be a short album, but it packs a punch.
The aforementioned combination of styles and influences manifests as a multifaceted sludgy mix of extremity. It’s crushingly heavy, and uses its influences well across the running time. Genre boundaries are of no interest to Yersin, and they casually smash through them with contemptuous ease and belligerent confidence.
The Scythe Is Remorseless is full of unexpected and/or creative ideas, such as the brief symphonic black metal-esque intro to Triumphant, which then also incorporates ethereal sounds into its crushing embrace that are quite disarming. After this strong opening statement. Mouths Like Open Graves starts with a colossal doom riff and develops into a blistering mix of rolling groove and melodic death metal.
The title track has more than a whiff of pummelling Swedish death metal about it, with a crusty hardcore attitude thrown in for good measure. Following this we have the longest song, Lust for Crust, which is a feast of tasty thrash riffs, hardcore rhythm, and melodic heaviness.
Red Mist rages with energetic intensity and doom sludge malevolence, while the briefest track here – To the Masses – is up next, delivering a violent crusty thrash beating that’s punishing. The Scythe Is Remorseless closes with the impactful Doom. It’s a beast of slow menace that’s punctuated with bursts of melodic energy and powered by passionate anger. Throughout the album the vocals are crusty hardcore shouts, occasionally also descending into guttural growls.
The Scythe Is Remorseless sounds as if it has been torn out of the 90s, dragging unwilling victims from the subsequent decades kicking and screaming into the current era. It’s like an unholy mix of At the Gates, Pantera, Bolt Thrower, Napalm Death, Nails, Allfather, and All Pigs Must Die.
Highly recommended for fans of nasty heaviness.
