Daeva

Daeva

Through Sheer Will And Black Magic…

20 Buck Spin

COLOR LP ON LIMITED BLOOD RED INSIDE ULTRA CLEAR VINYL!!! Five years on from the wantonly indecent 20 Buck Spin-released debut EP Pulsing Dark Absorptions, Philadelphia’s Daeva rise like blistering flames from the hellish depths with the long-smoldering first album Through Sheer Will And Black Magic… A fiery maelstrom of early demonic black metal and jagged edge thrash convulsions forms the inherent basis of the album, where Daeva have perfected their art like gleaming, forged steel. Within this blueprint for madness guitarist Steve Jansson imposes a deliberate brandishing of death metal’s maggot-strewn corpse and a vigorously lethal dose of pure ’80s metal spirit and zeal. The journey through these scorched wastelands persistently guided by the venomously inventive acid-tongue of vocalist Edward Gonet. Song after song, riff after riff, the Arthur Rizk-produced Through Sheer Will And Black Magic is an insatiable and unstoppable whirlwind of unearthly pleasures and infernal butchery. Storming the gates of heaven with voracious exhilaration, Daeva inflict the ultimate triumph of hell upon the feeble sheep of the light.

Daeva

Pulsing Dark Absorptions

20 Buck Spin

Once in a black moon a band of truly terrible people emerge with no regard for societal norms or common decency. An ingrained shitty attitude makes life generally miserable, and yet provides some of the most raging, sinister and unhinged underground metal this side of the Styx. Philly’s Daeva (da-ay-vuh) harness their shitty guy mentality, sharpened over many years and many beers to an acidic burn, and pour it into their debut 12-inch Pulsing Dark Absorptions, a snarling beast of blackthrash discord.  While reference points won’t be hard to identify, few bands manage to sound as energized and dexterous as this while swinging the axe of execution on first wave black metal, dissonant thrash and evil rock ’n’ roll. With a vocalist that goes from venomous rasp to mentally deranged to perfect aggressor inside the same song, this band slashes, bashes and gnashes through four original compositions with one simple message to convey: fuck off. Finally, a poser corpsing “Deathcrush” cover closes the B-side with a rusty saw blade to the throat. So wipe that smirk off, set the player to 45 and absorb Daeva’s pulsing darkness.