Rise O Pestilence Thine Star Awaits
awakening, spewed forth from the hornet’s hive
a vulture’s spawn enslaved from the light begone
cultivate to vitiate the cultured dawn by the stench of a dying star
beyond the mouth of the rising svn, it descends and descends by the wave of a hand
unleashed upon flies and the larvae they brand
within the light that shines in the crypt, the horde sleeps not as they bewitch
extract and subtract from the core of the coagulate, entranced by the winds of the clergy wings
dissect the veins…enlighten…strain now, present the Moon
breed the filth, breathe in filth, be the filth
“As vermin be, so they now be”
within the fury of desolate winds, vermin ride upon wings of the scorched
prayers reach the void only to return in a fire of vengeance and hate and scorn
no reprieve from their fate
a savior they detach from the cross of rotting flesh; yet his stench and decay is what is left staring back
ingesting remnants, the Plagueworm breeds, ushering the torment of hydra
Breathe My Pestilent Thy Glory Dims
no reprieve from their fate
ingesting remnants, the Plagueworm breathes and breathes and causes life to fucking cease
flies drop like flies and their larvae scream, drowning the sound of dead prayers from the void
soil now blood
seeds are sown
stems breach forth
the sun casts its glow on the marrow dust; fragments of all, carried by winds now calm
Die In My Pestilence, Thou Maggot of Whores
thy tongue means nothing when the flesh is boiled to sludge
smoldering you melt, as your suffering prolongs
resuscitate animate denigrate
behold, your crown of filth remains
enslaved to the veil cast into black
scatter in lines as ants under flame
burrow in bile reflecting the vile somatic mutation, transgress you must not, for the air you must breathe will fill with rot
scream you cannot for your tongue is not
flesh from your face has peeled in disgrace
screams from the sun reek with rot
to summon the rain, to syphon the flood
from the brimstone He erupts
scale by blackened scale, spewing forth the boil
the Serpent in bloom, worship or doom
enslaved to the veil, cast into black
decay is left
the Serpent awaits
trapped by the talons of His embrace, no air, can’t breathe
the Serpent's foul stench suffocates, asphyxiates, strangulates
as you fall limp, with both eyes turned back, your bones have been crushed by the weight of His black cold dead heart
He tears out a vein to drip it all back
in fervor you feed as the Serpent bleeds
no drop will you spill, you harlots of greed
Pray To My Pestilent One, O Swarm of the Fallen
resurgence to pulse, arise by His strings
fall in a worship, silent, deafening
praise Him, fellate
discarded, you wait
led by the strings that were woven in fear, deflesh you must
be veiled, mutate
deviate from stardust you came, corpseborn you are from the seed of the worm
worship while he sodomizes your shame
rise to the altar, dustcult
blindly you follow, dustcult
dead; you are hollow, dustcult
dead you are
From their destructive 2013 debut “In The Wake of Pestilence”, on through their crushing 2016 follow-up “Malediction” and into the vortex of insanity from their 2021 masterpiece “Inversion of the Unseen Horizon”, DEFORMATORY unrelentingly summon their creative darkness to deliver another slab of ferocious Canadian death metal.
Without acquiescing to the weakness of modern metal, they reach deep into the abyss of infernal intensity to deliver a new offering of blistering madness entitled “Harbinger”.
Every song, every riff and every beat writhes through its own iterations to devour the listener beyond this EP’s 15 minute runtime. Make no mistake: these are 15-minutes you will never get back and you will never recover from. The sheer energy your soul requires to withstand this offering of musical violence will render your very core into a depleted version of itself.
The phenomenal production of this album is the work of Topon Das (Fuck The Facts, Apartment 2 Recording), who impeccably captured the essence and intensity of DEFORMATORY’s vision. Every nuance has been brought to light, mixed and mastered without sacrificing integrity in order to fit into the modern standards of extreme music. All instruments are real fucking instruments and each can be discerned without the overproduced wall of plugins & tone packs we have unfortunately grown accustomed to hearing today. There is an eerie atmosphere that lurks throughout this album and it can be heard clearly through every string, growl and cymbal.
To visually encapsulate the onslaught of Harbinger’s music, artwork was masterfully created by the one and only Paolo Girardi. He has, without any doubt, unveiled one of his best paintings to date for this album cover. Additional haunting artistic creations were devilishly assembled by UK’s Adrian Baxter to further highlight the darkness that binds the death metal onslaught of DEFORMATORY’s new EP.
This is unequivocal vitriolic rage. This is uncompromising animosity.
This is not trendy. This is not a safe place.
This is a maelstrom of maniacal death metal.
This is DEFORMATORY.
You have been warned.
Heed the Harbinger’s call.
This album is for everyone that got raped during these last few years with fear, deceit, paralysis, sickness & death. Your anger is ours. Reprisal draws nigh; look to the sky; prepare you must.
released September 13, 2022
Recorded, mixed, mastered & more by: Topon Das (Fuck The Facts) at Apartment 2 Recording
October 2021 - February 2022
Album cover by: Paolo Girardi
Additional artwork by: Adrian Baxter
"Across these four new tracks the intensity is almost unwavering...the feeling of being caught in a spinning tornado of madness and mayhem never goes away. Fill your lungs with oxygen, because you’ll need as much of it as you can get."
No Clean Singing
"Harbinger reinforces the impossible extremity their core songwriters have long written into a cryptic cyclone of violent brutal death metal....the spectacular finesse on display here leaves no thought unaddressed, no half measures or potentiation left hanging."
"The songs are savagely energetic and imbued with the desire to kill. Well-written and delivered with passionate expertise, Harbinger doesn’t mess around."
"Harbinger is a short and violent little EP, a perfect bite-sized helping of chaotic technical death metal... nothing overstays its welcome, there’s absolutely no fat whatsoever...Perfect in its savagery and delivery."
Toilet Ov Hell
"...these guys throw in so much energy and brutality, it's hard not to like it. I don't even want to think what kind of deadly mosh pits this stuff would trigger live."
The Metal Crypt
"...Harbinger is brutal from start to finish, this EP is going to blow your mind at any moment. "
"...the riffs play out with an almost schizophrenic frenetic energy, decorating the walls in blood as it goes. There is simply no escaping the shroud of darkness that cloaks the harbinger with this ferocious slab of Death Metal..."
"Real brutality from the first second till the last second."
Blessed Altar Zine
"Intensely relentless & destructively intelligent; Harbinger checks all items off the death metal list with ease. Deformatory perfectly channels musical violence in all its unholy glory with this EP."
Trve North Reviews
"Ferocious would be a word instantly popping to mind when you begin listening to Deformatory. The music is excellently composed and played to a high standard with a non-stop barrage of guitars and drums incinerating your very ear drums."
"Harbinger is four songs of heavy and ferocious death metal at it's finest."
Winter Torment Zine