Sarcófago - I.N.R.I.

Production: Garage crepitant echo-laden sound under glass, but even despite these limitations as representative as it needs to be. Savage static enhancement shadows distortion .

Review: From dark and primitive origins comes this highly refined and directed musical statement, both aesthetically and musically wrought from the primal polarities of angst, renedered into simple but effective fast, furious, and cryptic black metal.

Similar in many ways to Sodom or Massacra, this music features floating highspeed riffs from which pseudopods of dogmatic rhythm emerge to stamp out their defiant message. The last seconds of the title track, "Fuck you...fuck you!...fuck you, Jesus Christ" exemplify the paradox of this album: raw punkness contrasting with the need for ideology.

Guitar seems haphazard, solos in the afterthought tradition of Bathory and early Burzum, but delivers the rapid trembling hand rhythm of soaring metallic riffs and melodies.


1. Satanic Lust
2. Desecration Of Virgin
3. Nightmare
4. I.N.R.I
5. Christ's Death
6. Satanas
7. Ready To Fuck
8. Deathtrash
9. The Last Slaughter
10. Recrucity
11. The Black Vomit

Length: 32:55

Sarcófago - I.N.R.I.: Black Metal 1987 Sarcófago

Copyright © 1987 Cogumelo

Underneath bangs a primitive and ill-programmed mechanistic beat which might be dubbed "Rudiments of Rhythmic Awareness for Context" and left to the abyss. How are these riffs? Simple fluid note wraparounds racing toward a tonal note...some center...some context...or maybe simply giving up. They fit in a narrow compositional sense of lucidity in this entity, alone, and work together for the power of its unique countenance.

At their core musicians inspired by punk music, Sarcofago blend with their hardcore the moron-rock destructiveness and theatrical pro-Satan anti-life program of heavy metal black metal bands, creating an over-the-top image imbued in the anti-aesthetic style of resistance and hatred to all which would accept it, protecting virus of dark spiritual nature to recipient human listeners. Variations of few elements project ideas: some profound, some careless, some inspired, some vapid.