DEFILED
INFINITE REGRESS

DEFILED come yet again, barging in like some crusty Godzilla made out of the stuff polished tech death nightmares are made from. The revered Samurai of death metal crush through the spiral ganglion with a sound rawer than shark sushi that still bites. 'Infinite Regress' is not for the faint of heart or intended for easy listening, but when giving the new monster some spins, the apparent fragments start to drift together once more– starting from a catchy fill, riff or grating grunt that morph into a strange hook relentlessly driving its spike into the brain.