In this two-tier death metal underground we've inherited through the ill-advised, drunken fumble of Cryptopsy against the MySpace server, lines are quickly being drawn between the 'true' and the 'false', the real metallers with their XXL and cargo pants and the clueless chancers with their shrunken grind t-shirts and obstructive sweeps. Rare is the band who will combine the furious, pummelling immediacy of bands like Suicide Silence, All Out War and See You Next Tuesday with the songwriting, values and guaranteed longevity of Napalm Death, Origin and Nasum. Rarer still is the band who will admit to it and 'Enclave' is a savage, four-track distillation of everything with worth, regardless of respectability, age and hairstyle. Springing from Wigan, the same rundown hunk of industrial Lancashire that fuelled the rage of departed grind luminaries Narcosis, gaining the not insignificant patronage of their guitarist Chris who added the EP's cover art to his extensive portfolio of highly sought after design commissions (Ephel Duath, Brutal Truth, Necrophagist, Mistress,Palehorse) out of nothing more complicated than utter adoration for the trio's furious death/grind battery, Evisorax formed in the Spring of 2005, drawn together through their unique perspective on the changing shape of extremity.

First making coming to the attention of the UK's burgeoning death metal underground with their four-track demo 'Eschatology', which despite horrific production values impressed such respected organs as Terrorizer and Zero Tolerance with it's breathtaking technicality, sheer speed and relentless, blast-laden breakdowns, and earned them shows alongside The Bezerker, Man Must Die, Despised Icon, Beneath The Massacre, Misery Index, Annotations Of An Autopsy, Narcosis and Tangaroa. With the groundwork laid through good honest hard work and painstakingly refined skill, the three-piece entered Swindon's Studio 6 to record with Stu McKay, the man who added the vicious bite to The Seventh Cross, My Cross To Bare and Decimate. As the gulf widens between the aging old school and the clueless new,furthering death metal's drunken lurch into its own inevitable, cancerous, uncomprehending destruction, and ethic like 'Enclave' might just be what saves it.

James Hoare - Terrorizer magazine 2008

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