Germany’s Scheusal emerged earlier
this year with “Urwahn,” a debut that caught underground attention through its
savage minimalism and proud adherence to the country’s black metal lineage.
Without wasting time, the mysterious one-man project returns with “Fressfeind,”
a continuation of that same uncompromising spirit. The quick turnaround between
albums suggests a creative momentum that hasn’t cooled down, and this second
chapter only deepens the band’s raw, martial energy.
“Fressfeind” is a
vicious, straightforward black metal assault steeped in cold aggression and
spite. The sound is stripped of any gloss, and that’s entirely the point. The
production is raw but surprisingly defined, with the instruments cutting
through in a way that keeps the chaos legible. There’s a sense of constant
motion, tracks hammer forward without hesitation, filled with sharp riffing and
relentless percussion. Vocally, the album is manic and varied; growls, shouts,
and distorted howls overlap like a drunken brawl between spirits. It’s not
pleasant, but it’s gripping in its madness.
“Fressfeind” doesn’t
feel like a new direction for Scheusal but
more like a deeper excavation of what the project already stood for. Primitive,
passionate, German black metal that rasps rather than speaks. The atmosphere
remains grim, the pacing unrelenting, and the sense of individuality definite in
its twisted energy. A solid release for diehard fans of underground black metal,
raw, energetic, and authentic, though its narrow focus limits its long-term
impact. It’s a harsh, headstrong album that sticks to its path and dares you to
follow it into the fire.
Score: 6.5
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