In recent times, the Spanish extreme scene has made significant strides, and this debut from WORMED proves it convincingly.
Imagine Cryptopsy from the Whisper Supremacy era mixed with DEVOURMENT. Got the picture? That is roughly what you can hear on Planisphaerium.
The ultra-guttural brutal death from WORMED is highly technical and utterly merciless.
Blistering machine-gun passages give way to savage grooves, completely overwhelming you with a wall of good, unpolished, raw sound. Phlegeton's vocals can be placed alongside the best throat-shredders of the new wave; his ultra-low pig vocals, though somewhat monotonous, crush like a steamroller.
Unlike many brutal bands, the lyrical and overall ideological content of the Spaniards doesn't revolve around intestinal-toilet-meat themes, but instead touches upon human evolution and the cosmos.
And although the disc clocks in at only 26 minutes, believe me, that's enough, because the concentration of kilotons of sonic violence per unit of time is at its absolute limit here.
The only, albeit quite significant, drawback of Planisphaerium is that it is designed for brutal maniacs — everyone else can move along.