Hexecutor
“...Where Spirit
Withers in its Flesh Constraint”
Dying Victims Prod.
2025
I had this album
lingering in my waiting room for a while, but every time I wanted to get my
hands on it, I felt a strange apprehension. I don't know if it was my sixth
sense or some other devil, but when I finally got down to “...Where Spirit Withers
in its Flesh Constrain” I found that something must have been up. It's a bit
sad to write this, because I appreciate the previous two albums of the
Frenchmen very much, but... Where to start... First of all, Hexecutor's “third
one” is probably the most varied album in their discography. There are most
pace changes on, riffing variety, referring equally to Slayer and second wave
black metal classics or even heavy metal masters. Sounds good, but for me the
guys threw too much of a good thing hete. Or perhaps they used proportions of
individual ingredients that are not quite digestible to me. There are
straightforward, uncompromising moments on this album, in which we experience
merciless thrash chord whipping at maximum speed. On the other hand, we also
have songs much slower, in which the technical skills of the musicians appear
unquestionable, but they just lack the spark, something that would make the atmosphere
thicken or burst with a hot flame. I'm thinking here, for example, of the
completely bland for me “Les lavandières de la nuit”, or another “Youdig
(Perfides frontières)”, a track, I’d say very strongly melancholic heavy metal.
These two “sleepers” are followed by a momentary spurt in “Paol Goz,” although
in it, too, the gentlemen did not refrain from sailing into calm, unruffled
waters. Listening to this album, I got the impression as if Hexecutor wanted to
show their other, more accessible face. Or to prove that the spectrum of their
inspiration is broader than we might have expected so far. A good proof of this
for me is the opening composition, in which the band really mixed up the moods
a lot, from powerful blows on the face to stroking the head, as if in a sick
dream of a schizophrenic. On the other hand, I wonder if maybe the French
haven't looked too much to Hexenbrett, as their new songs sometimes hook a
little avant-garde in a similar style. However, in this case, things don't
quite stick together for me. “...Where Spirit Withers in its Flesh Constrain”
ultimately got me disappointed. It's not what I expected from Hexecutor, it's
not what I wanted. At the same time, I'm not saying it's a bad album, because
I'm sure it will find its amateurs. I, however, prefer to return to “Beyond Any
Human Conception of Knowledge...” or preferably to the debut.
- jesusatan
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