{"id":231689,"date":"2026-03-02T18:22:56","date_gmt":"2026-03-02T17:22:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.angrymetalguy.com\/?p=231689"},"modified":"2026-03-02T18:22:56","modified_gmt":"2026-03-02T17:22:56","slug":"exhumed-red-asphalt-review","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.angrymetalguy.com\/exhumed-red-asphalt-review\/","title":{"rendered":"Exhumed – Red Asphalt Review"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"Unfortunately, the mighty Relapse stable now floats down the shitty stream for promos. As such, we are slow on the uptake with the latest platter of splatter from legendary underground gorehounds, Exhumed<\/strong>. Always searching for fresh inspiration for their deathly brand of precision butchery, tenth album Red Asphalt<\/em> channels inner road rage via good old carmageddon mayhem and vehicular violence as its overarching conceptual theme. Otherwise, it’s business as usual for Exhumed<\/strong>, returning with a tight, signature blast of groovy, thrashy, blasting deathgrind, led by seasoned underground warrior Matt Harvey (guitars\/vocals). Joined by right-hand man Ross Sewage on uber low vox and bowel rumbling bass, alongside drummer Mike Hamilton (Deeds of Flesh<\/strong>) and guitarist Sebastian Phillips (Castle Freak<\/strong>, Mammoth Grinder<\/strong>, End Reign<\/strong>). Red Asphalt<\/em> marks their first album since 2022’s solid and well-received To the Dead<\/a>,<\/em> a welcome return for these ever-reliably vicious brutes. With a high reliability factor baring well for a good arse kicking, how does Red Asphalt<\/em> fare against a bulletproof modern run of albums since their second coming on 2011’s All Guts, No Glory<\/em>?<\/p>\n

Kicking off with the blistering “Unsafe at Any Speed,” Exhumed<\/strong> pull no punches in a typically exuberant, brutal yet wickedly infectious style. The riffs rip and burn with reckless abandon, drums set a scorching tempo, while the dueling vox, trade-off solos, and gut-punching grooves land vital blows of awesomeness. It feels familiar yet fresh and the right amount of pungent. Striking a balance between the sharp melodicism and grooving charms of modern classic Necrocracy<\/em>, mutated with the blunt force savagery of Horror<\/a>,<\/em> and a dash of the more primitive goregrind stylings of their early days, Red Asphalt<\/em> finds Exhumed<\/strong> subtly tweaking their formula to remain vibrantly dangerous deep into their career. Through modern refinement and sharp, technical execution, Exhumed<\/strong> maintain their gritty, no-frills edge and slick but organic sounding production, while the grindy, blast-riddled attack and sick dual vox ensure these old dogs still pack a brutal, unhinged punch.<\/p>\n

Careening recklessly from one gnarly, adrenaline-fueled incident to the next, Exhumed<\/strong> mostly jam the gears high and slam the pedal to the floor, weaving twisted cables of melody through mangled wreckages of deathgrind mayhem and gore-soaked grooves. “Red Asphalt” unleashes thrashy uppercuts and <\/em><\/a>Heartwork-<\/em><\/a>inspired<\/span> melodeath flair to killer effect. More measured cuts (“Shovelhead,” “Death on Four Wheels”) detonate slower, crushing devices, bloodied riffs, and dicing solos to slamming impact. When Exhumed<\/strong> are not grinding and pummeling with deathly intent, their thrashy tendencies take hold, offering a trademark punky, turbo-charged counterpoint on numerous high-octane scorchers (“Shock Trauma,” “The Iron Graveyard,” “Symphorophilia”). “Shock Trauma” deftly incorporates screaming, emergency siren solos into an explosive barrage of searing deathgrind battery, showing Exhumed<\/strong> can still blast and brutalize with the best of them.<\/p>\n

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Performances are uniformly tight and deranged, Harvey again proving an elite riff meister, sharpening his tools of the trade to whip up a frenzy with Philips, including a generous bounty of killer, infectious riffs and tasty, slashing solos. The shredding is top-grade stuff, adding a wild and reckless melodic edge to the album (check the ripping axe pyrotechnics on “Death on Four Wheels” and “Crawling from the Wreckage”). Vocally, Harvey and Sewage sound as savage as ever, forming one of the best dual vocal combos this side of Dying Fetus, <\/strong>albeit a gentle push forward in the mix would have been welcome. At a taut thirty-seven minutes, Red Asphalt<\/em> blasts by in an efficient, addictive fashion, by the time “The Fumes” engulf your senses to close out the album. Aside from a couple of stock moments, Exhumed’s <\/strong>songwriting sounds energized and inspired, nearly thirty years since they dropped their debut.<\/p>\n

Red Asphalt<\/em> stands up to scrutiny as another high-quality modern platter to add to Exhumed<\/strong>’s ever-impressive repertoire. Exhumed<\/strong> rarely miss, testament to their dedication and skilled craftsmanship in remaining a bulldozing force in the modern death metal arena, carrying the Carcass-<\/strong>inspired<\/span> torch, yet transcending the influence of their forebearers. Exhumed<\/strong>’s timelessly fun and feverish brand of old school brutality, filtered through a modern lens, and packed with sharp riffs, sharper hooks, is a thrashing, grooving, blasting good time. Red Asphalt<\/em> arguably edges the past couple of Exhumed<\/strong> albums, resulting in a bloody crash course in deathgrind lunacy, grisly grooves, and melodic smarts.<\/p>\n