As you’ll doubtless already be aware, ‘vehement’ means passionate and intense, whilst a ‘convulsion‘ is a seizure. A vehement convulsion, then, would be a violent fit, and this album of the same name does its very best to paint an aural picture of an epileptic shuddering and foaming at the mouth, head banging against the floor repeatedly, twitching and spasming uncontrollably as a pool of blood rapidly grows around the unfortunate’s head. Such, ladies and gentlemen, both active seekers of the perverse and horrified onlookers alike, is the debut full-length from Greek four-piece Terrordrome, a trip through territory as twisted and brutal as you could expect.

With seven years of experience under their belts, the band is very tight indeed, all of the tracks here being technical blasts that take several listens to ‘get’. There’s even enough of a variety on offer to stop things getting dull as a relentless blast of Brutal Death often can – little ambient intros at the start of 2000 Volts Fat Burning and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder contrast nicely (if that’s the right word) with the subsequent brutality, and the Death Metal itself has enough technical variations to make even seasoned grunt n’blasters nod their heads in appreciation.

If there’s a downside to Vehement Convulsion, it’s that most Death Metalheads aren’t as experienced with this most brutal of styles, and with several excellent releases in the genre already this year some will question the need for yet more BDM in their lives. Of course, these are the people that will sit and fidget uncomfortably whilst some poor sod gets beaten to pulp during the sample at the start of Privileges Of Slime, whilst the rest of us have massive grins on our faces. That’s the acid test, right there: if you’re smiling at the mere thought of aural ultra-violence, then make Terrordrome the very next band that you check out. Otherwise, you’d do better to look elsewhere for your next Death Metal fix, perhaps something by one of those nice Deathcore bands that seem to have sprung up out of nowhere…

Terrordrome, at the end of the day, aren’t for wimps. Interestingly, the closing song is called Festivity Of Clitoris Licking, a particularly enjoyable torrent of riffs that will have even especially frigid girlfriends headbanging like the epileptic in the first paragraph of this review. Actually, that’s a lie – it’s far too heavy for ‘normal’ girls to like. Still, who’d want to listen to Brutal Death Metal that’s girlfriend-friendly?