Review by Felix on May 30, 2019.

"Spill the dirty blood of Jesus"? Of course, this was exactly what I wanted to do today. Infernal War have funny ideas and they play a radical, enthusiastic and absolutely uncompromising form of black metal. The mix of brutal high-speed drumming, screaming guitars - solos from a sick brain not excluded - and restless shouting leads to a drastic attack against all that is holy, and it even boggles the mind of non-holy people like me. This is definitely no record for sensitive minds and the question must be allowed whether it makes sense to present nothing else but permanent machine gun fire. For sure, diversity can kill the power of an album, but usually an iota of diversity does not do much harm. Nevertheless, the guys from Poland have better things to do than to think about different approaches. They celebrate their fury in the slaughterhouse and love to butcher everyone in view.

It's a little bit confusing that the album does not spread the typical black metal vibrations. Instead, it has a certain punk touch. Instead of performing the totalitarian approach that dominates the ferocious side of the darkest sub-genre in general, Infernal War rather wallow in anarchic feelings. They destroy everything that could be described as music and from time to time they appear to me like spiritual brothers of Napalm Death. Believe me, it is not that easy to listen to the material from the beginning to the end, albeit no song suffers from obvious deficiencies. But the sheer brutality is somewhat tiring. The ultimate bombardment delivers an interesting facet, but only this facet and nothing else. Monotony on a high level, so to say - and don't ask me for highlights, because I cannot give you an answer. It's just an amazing bloodlust over 37 minutes.

The noisy production supports the mega-aggressive songs. I don't say that the mix suffers from imbalance, but it has a slightly annoying element. Whenever the formation decides to give full speed ahead (in one word: always), pure terror kills any kind of emotion and even the harshest way of proceeding should leave space for a minimum of feelings, right? We are still speaking about music and not about a mechanical mass production or something like that. Okay, the beginning of "Death's Evangelist" presents an unexpected leniency, but the band readjusts its arrangement immediately and everything goes right down into hell again. It is certainly an art in itself to fall victim to your own stubbornness without any cushioning. In addition, each and every song works and sets free an overdose of energy, radiation and devastation. Nevertheless, I wish the riffs would have more room to reveal their full potential. Be that as it may, if you want to listen to really f**king extreme metal, the technically competent Redesekration... should be your first choice.

Rating: 7 out of 10

Review by Alex on April 14, 2020.

Coming from Finland is a mayhemic, loud an battering form of thrash and black metal; total annoyance, total anarchy. Seemingly sloppy at times as if half the band is playing one thing and the other half has their own parliament going on; not for those of you who are looking for some kind of decency in music. Templar sounds like they really don't give a damn about anyone or anything; no cares for any of that hippie analytical shit like coordination or timing and flow, they're just doing them.

The music (hahaha "music") on their debut demo is destructive and barbarian yet there are some moments to be highlighted like the riffing on 'Templaric 女武侠' and 'Flaming Metal Supremacy' that in contrast to the ruckus of a production, delivers on some six-stringed delight. And in a manner of adding some amusement to the intentional clatter, Templar's vocalist appears to have an excessive liking for the 'ooh', so much that its used in teasing and joking ways often.

Oh there's more, the way this guy screams is lawless, a real commonplace style of vocals. Those attempts at accented yells combined with the gibberish-like vocals and the messy production and musicianship makes for a listen that you can't help but laugh. Favorite tracks? 'Flaming Metal Supremacy', 'War Lesbians' and 'Renegade Templar of the Radiating Deserts', I think those are the most entertaining of the bunch perhaps due to the way they mock all things music; though I would say the twin guitar solo did ironically show some competence. It's only 18 minutes in duration, yea it's a short stretch during the hurdle towards the finish line but its too comical to not find some amusement and laughter in.

A brilliant cluster-fuck of drumming, riffing and chirks or weird attempts at King Diamond screams, yet a comedy of errors never sounded so damn essential. Knights of Nuclear Hell Decibelfucking the Charred Remains of the Christ is probably what metal in its primitive, naked form sounded like before being clothed and matured. Highly recommended for cavemen and people that have been practicing social distancing long before COVID-19.

Rating: 7 out of 10