Metal maniacs, rejoice! I am proud to present to you: DIABOLOGY; signed via Dissonant Hymns Records, hailing from the United States of America - performing Black/Thrash Metal, on their sophomore album entitled: "Father Of Serpents" (released October 7th, 2022). Since formation in 2016; the trio in question have only 2 full-length studio albums in their discography so far entitled: "Nobody Believes Me" (released January 1st, 2020) & this here second album entitled: "Father of Serpents" of which I am introduced. 10 tracks ranging around 44:23; DIABOLOGY arrange an intricately designed formula on some heavy-hitting Black/Thrash Metal amalgamations.

Opening up with this jarringly daunting introduction within the titular track; a gnarly but clobbering foundation in rampantly rompy malignance ramifies with sturdy thuds, blistering adrenaline and amplified distortion that revels with riveting bombardments in berserking blasphemy. Bulldozing grinds slay with sulfurous remedy and chiseling density, belting frolicking chugs in galloping flamboyance amongst a killer laceration tonality which reverberates with monolithic tempo while rumbling mayhem manifests with some sonically seamless retribution prospects that surges with some technical meltdowns with profusely robust distinction. "Writhe" strides with strident synergy, where razor-sharp soars & shouty yells from guitar/vocal maelstrom Jesse Bergen unleashes a dexterously dynamic virtuosity with Jack Kleinman (both guitar shredders) who twin with towering strikes amongst a rapidly nimble swiftness on organic substance while thunderous rips rage with fierce firepower expertise, forging a groovy execution for good measure.

"The Softest Grave" fabricates a bludgeoning attribute in hammering drumming finesse from Matt Morales; who thumps the set with steely precision & piledriving calamity, injecting an infectiously raw tightness on weighty rambunctiousness that's most slamming. Not to forget Jesse's cordial but high-pitched snarls, this scouring premise forebodes eardrums with raspy throatiness & primitive barks in which merge with the bellowing intensities in clamorous barrage frenzies that rage with stampeding viscerality to boot. "Eat My Heart Out" starts off with this atmospheric acoustic but blackened hymn; bleeding ferociously with rollicking mobility while grunty gutturals growl with rampaging stability, while pounding out some pummeling but arbitrary distinctives in distinguished yet volatile & pandemonic ruthlessness that's most savage.

This sinister yet progressive melody within the bizarotto catchiness of the 02:03 instrumental banger: "Spoil" showcases some tenoring persistence while crunchy exuberance elements at a flexibly fundamental craftsmanship momentum on radically wicked zeal, while "Blackblood" bangs heads with vibrantly potent riffage & jumpy bounciness in boisterous heft which just berserks immensely with virulently salubrious beatdowns and complex diligence impressively well. "March To Sea" pounds out some more pummeled transgression in diverse licks while varied vigor rigorously smacks you with full force impact and vehement versatility which utilizes some doomy buoyancy in heavy audibilities for brisk collusion. A choppy bass ebullience flourishes with speedy yet triggering rift within "Ode To Ogtha"; slapping skulls with viciously maddening songwriting musicianship that's marvelous while transparent, subjugating one with symbolic rhythms & rigid tenacity that perseveres with some mighty waves of spectral wraith that fuels into a potentially talented tremor attack in which systematically smothers you with skillful rebellion simultaneously well unleashing this rampaging malice to want to break chairs over other chairs in no time.

The penultimate revver "Chimera" pierces through souls to bash extremely with strong quakes & sweltering licks that tremble bones and bodies into a groundbreaking but diabolic anarchy in dark thrashiness, while this archaic archetype ritual spellbinds one with thrilling hooks and gripping beefiness in brutally bestial raze. Overall concluding "Father Of Serpents" with the finale banger: "Lighthouse Hymn"; a fierce conundrum drills out some mythical yet mellifluous ethereality in exuberant euphony, completing this record with a hazy tribulation that makes this offering a delightful experience but also an entertaining discovery that's surely worth spinning & re-playing a good bunch of times. Production wise; rough & the vocals could be contrasted with smoother notes when it feels out of place or messy... but isn't unlistenable by any means, otherwise - do check it out!