Sons Of Gehenna by The Walrus Resists<\/a><\/iframe><\/div>\nA name like\u00a0The Walrus Resists<\/strong> doesn’t offer many clues to a band’s choice of genre; after a listen through their new release, Sons of Gehenna<\/em>, the answer remains a mystery. Beginning with a wall of sound\u00a0\u00e0 la\u00a0Devin Townsend Project<\/strong>, the band quickly leaves behind this ethereal, post-metal style for something closer to melodic death metal. Tobby’s vocals take center stage throughout the EP with a dizzying array of tones ranging from shrieks to baritone cleans reminiscent of David Gold (Woods of Ypres<\/strong>). His vocal arrangements approach the complexity of jazz at times (“Avaritia”), but he’s just as likely to pare things down to classic rock simplicity. Whether slowing to a doom crawl or taking a detour into tech death tapping, The Walrus Resists craft eclectic songs that constantly surprise.<\/p>\n
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