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The darkest, most churning US death metal is no longer produced in the US, but in la bella Italia. If nothing else in the last couple of years Milan/Lombardy-based Ekpyrosis has vowed to carry on the sound that Incantation and Immolation have since abandoned. Not surprising considering it is the heart of Roman Catholicism and the religious disease should be fought tooth and nail. “Asphyxiating Devotion” is the quartet’s debut for underground specialist label Memento Mori and the follow-up to the well-received “Witness His Death” EP from 2015. More inspired by various eras of Incantation than by Dutch death/doom metal stalwarts Asphyx, “Asphyxiating Devotion” is thoroughly and utterly devoted to its genre, but none of it feels insincere or fabricated. “Asphyxiating Devotion” sees Ekpyrosis coming into its own and marks the beginning of the band’s Diabolical Conquest.

For the most part “Asphyxiating Devotion” is made up of entirely new material. It is custodian to another re-recording of ‘Morticians Of God’, a cut dating back to the “Black Aspid Of Doom” rehearsal tape from 2015. Only ‘Morticians of God’ and ‘Depths Of Tribulation’ differ slightly from the rest of the album in that both lean more towards a Stockholm death metal sound. ‘Unearthly Blindness’ breaks stylistically with the rest of the album as it is closer to “Luck Of the Corpse” era Deceased than any era of New York genre pillar Incantation. All things considered it are minor tonal hiccups as the remainder of the record is consistent within the context of its chosen influences. The inspirations and influences behind Ekpyrosis as a band are fairly self-evident and they at no point are they reinventing the wheel or breathing life into a stale, artistically vacuous, self-referential genre. Bereft of any pretense and prefixes Ekpyrosis has always been a band to pride itself in being able to do more with less. This is a death metal record, pure and simple.

Ekpyrosis embodies pure death metal and in sheer decrepit atmosphere and all-encompassing gloominess they are only matched by late 90s (and now long defunct) Canadian studio act Darkness Eternal and Morpheus Descends. Compared to the preceding EP “Asphyxiating Devotion” leans more towards different eras of New York/Pennsylvania death metal monument Incantation than to the early Swedish scene. “Asphyxiating Devotion” combines the dense structures of “Onward to Golgotha” with the more straightforward riffing of post-“Blasphemy” Incantation. The vocals of guitar tandem Marco Teodoro and Nicolò Brambilla more often than not resemble Mike Saez and John McEntee in the more shriekier passages. Marco Cazzaniga (bass guitar)  is a nonentity even though he provides serviceable enough low end tones. Cazzaniga (who has since defected) dutifully doubles the guitars but isn’t given much space to do anything interesting. Hopefully Ekpyrosis will see it fit to allow their bassist a greater presence in future output to truly show the world what he is capable of. On the “Witness His Death” EP the drumming of Ilaria Casiraghi tended to sound similar to Joakim Sterner (Necrophobic) and Anders Schultz (Unleashed) but on its Memento Mori recording debut she resembles long-serving Incantation skinsman Kyle Severn and occassionally Deceased drummer King Fowley, both stylistically and in overall delivery, more often.

Everybody the least bit perceptive knows that death metal has been stagnant at least since 2000. Never was there a genre more navel-gazing and self-obsessed; so hopelessly fascinated by its own not-too-distant past and, more often than not, completely bereft of firm leadership and much-needed visionaries to push it to a higher creative plateau. In a time where every other band looks more cartoonish, mistaking self-referentiality for substance and worshipping at the altar of yesterday’s heroes (some of which are still around, if not exactly alive and/or kicking) than the next – Ekpyrosis is the cure for the common complaint. Instead of worshipping at another’s temple, these iconoclastic irreverent Italians are building their own. These are the Disciples (Of the Heavenly Graceful) and from the catacombs they will command the Uprising Heresy. Ekpyrosis love vintage Incantation and their cavernous death metal attests to that very fact. It might not exactly be original, but it is very damn well expertly written and recorded. This might very well be a long lost Incantation record released under a different name…

“Asphyxiating Devotion” sounds like a 1990s USDM record and making it all the more impressive is that Ekpyrosis is a just a bunch of guys and a girl hailing from Italy, once home to a blooming exploitation cinema industry and some of the most beautiful starlets in all of continental Europe. These days Italy is rather infamous for its mechanical and, frankly, sterile breed of faster-than-thou death metal. Just like the Germans of Necrophagist, Hour Of Penance has a lot to answer for. Ekpyrosis is the antithesis of the stereotypical Italian sound and their breaking with tradition is what makes their music so engrossing. The handdrawn artwork by César Valladares bathes in monochrome and its precisely the sort of thing you’d expect a band like Ekpyrosis to use in terms of visuals. Would “Asphyxiating Devotion” have benefitted from a canvas by Miran Kim and Wes Benscoter? Probably. Is it necessary for the experience? Not in the slightest, but it would have helped further cement the bonds to early, prime era Incantation and Deceased. As it currently stands Ekpyrosis is one of the best death metal exports from Italy one is likely to find.

Plot: catastrophic homicidal pandemic causes citywide pandemonium

Umberto Lenzi, just as many of his contemporaries in the exploitation field, was a workhorse director who could anticipate what an audience wanted. In a career spanning four decades he contributed to every low-budget genre under the sun. Lenzi, if nothing else, was able to conjure up fast-paced, regressive, and often (unintentionally) humorous genre pieces on a small budget with enough starpower for the international market. Lenzi was a versatile writer and tried his at hand every genre; be it peplum, Eurospy, spaghetti westerns, poliziotteschi, giallo, cannibals and/or zombies. In 1972 Lenzi pioneered the cannibal subgenre with Man From Deep River, a reworking of the plot from A Man Called Horse (1970). As the 1970s gave way to the exuberant eighties Lenzi didn’t stay behind as the horror genre became increasingly more gory and setpiece-based. In the beginning of the decade Lenzi directed two movies, the pulp cannibal exercise Eaten Alive! (1980) and Nightmare City (1980). Of the two Nightmare City combines Lenzi’s workmanlike direction with deliberate borrowing from other sources and some striking imagery.

Nightmare City has, perhaps unjustly, been classified as a zombie film, and most of its detractors tend to focus on its handling of that aspect. However Nightmare City is rather Lenzi’s take on earlier American pandemic epics I Drink Your Blood (1970) or The Crazies (1973) and their European counterparts The Living Dead at Manchester Morgue (1974), and Jean Rollin's The Grapes Of Death (1978) than an imitation of Lucio Fulci’s classic zombie tryptich. It goes without saying that Nightmare City is ludicrous and often borderline cartoony. Taken on its own merits, and if one is prepared to meet it halfway, Nightmare City is actually a surprisingly striking and effective little shocker when it wants to be. The rest of the time it is either obnoxiously stupid, plain dense or an unguided projectile. As always Lenzi was able to rope in reliable players from the continental European scene.

A leak at the State Nuclear Plant in some undisclosed, apparently unnamed city has the authorities, both scientific and military, desperately trying to contain and keep a lid on the unfortunate incident. Investigating the strange going-ons surrounding the nuclear plant are journalist Dean Miller (Hugo Stiglitz) and his cameraman (an uncredited Antonio Mayans). When an unmarked Hercules military cargo plane disgorges not the member of the scientific community he was scheduled to interview, but a murderous horde of pustulent mutants instead it sends Miller not only on a citywide mission to rescue his wife Dr. Anna Miller (Laura Trotter), but also from stopping the city from tearing itself apart from the inside out. Contrary to earlier exercises in pandemic chaos Nightmare City doesn’t concern itself much with the workings of the military or the government during such catastrophic event, but focuses on the resilience of the family unit instead.

It is under these less than ideal circumstances that Major Warren Holmes (Francisco Rabal), spends a day off at home in company of his artist/sculptor wife Sheila (Maria Rosaria Omaggio) before the military brass summons him back to headquarters. The scene largely exist as a pretext for then 26-year old Omaggio to take her bra off with Rabal, then 54, engaging in a pertinent case of cradle robbing. Not taking her clothes off is Sheila’s friend Cindy (Sonia Viviani) whose demise is a classic piece of exploitation filmmaking both in setup and delivery. In an other part of town Jessica (Stefania D'Amario) - the daughter of General Murchison (Mel Ferrer), himself occupied with trying to contain the rapidly escalating situation – and her boyfriend are on a roadtrip just to spite her old man. Meanwhile an elite team of scientists, led by Dr. Kramer (Eduardo Fajardo) is desperately seeking a cure. As the ravening mutant hordes expand in numbers with alarming speed, and society starts collapsing in on itself, will anybody be able to survive to save the Nightmare City?

Like any good exploitation director Lenzi was able to assemble a strong cast of fresh new faces, old veterans of the genre, and a reliable leading man. Lenzi wanted Franco Nero or Fabio Testi, but the producers insisted on Hugo Stiglitz in order to appeal to the Mexican market. Mexican character actor Hugo Stiglitz, whose career spans nearly 5 decades and over 200 credits, commenced his acting career in movies from René Cardona Jr., and Rubén Galindo, but also appeared in John Huston’s Under the Vulcano (1984), and a seemingly endless array of spaghetti westerns and violent crime movies. In Nightmare City Stiglitz often looks more haggard and vagrant than the mutants he ends up fighting, and for a journalist he’s a damn good marksman. Antonio Mayans, here in an uncredit role, once acted in legitimate productions as King Of Kings (1961) and El Cid (1961), but by the late 1970s became a stock actor in Jess Franco movies. Laura Trotter, an Italian dime-store equivalent to Veronica Lake, debuted as a murder victim in the Umberto Lenzi giallo Eyeball (1975), and starred alongside Ray Lovelock, Sherry Buchanan, and Florinda Bolkan in Franco Prosperi directed Last House On the Beach (1978). Further Trotter appeared in The Exorcist (1973) knockoff Obscene Desire (1978) with Marisa Mell, and had a supporting role in Tinto Brass’ Monella (1998). Trotter is dubbed in the English version by prolific voice actress Pat Starke.

Sonia Viviani, a former glamour model that appeared on the covers of Skorpio (April 1983), Blitz (1984) and Interviu (1984), had starred and would star in far better and worse genre offerings than Lenzi’s enjoyable Nightmare City. Viviani starred in The Sinner (1974) with Zeudi Araya Cristaldi, the Alfonso Brescia commedia sexy all'italiana movies Amori, letti e Tradimenti (1975), Frittata all'italiana (1976), and L’Adolescente (1976) but also as bereft of both dialog and clothing in Pier Carpi’s controversial and budget-deprived The Exorcist (1973) knockoff Ring Of Darkness (1979). One of Viviani’s most memorable parts was that of seductive Amazon warrior Glaucia in the Luigi Cozzi scifi peplum The Adventures of Hercules (1985) with Lou Ferrigno, and Milly Carlucci. Also making an appearance is Viviani’s The Adventures Of Hercules co-star Maria Rosaria Omaggio.

In a career spanning two decades, from the mid-1970s to the mid 1990s Sonia Viviani worked with a host of infamous directors including Bruno Mattei, Umberto Lenzi, Sergio Martino, and René Cardona Jr.. Eduardo Fajardo would go on to star in the little-seen superior Spanish version of the Jesús Franco Afrika Korps gutmuncher Oasis Of the Zombies (1983). Stefania D'Amario, famous for her role as profusely sweating nurse Clara in Lucio Fulci’s Zombie (1979), had starred in the Walerian Borowczyk nunsploitation classic Behind Convent Walls (1978). In her post-acting career D'Amario reinvented herself as a wardrobe – and art department assistant working on Caligula’s Slaves (1984), Miranda (1985) from Italian master of eroticism Tinto Brass, and on the romantic drama The English Patient (1996).

Alternatively obnoxious, atmospheric, or nearly toxic in its lunkheaded creativity a lot things can be levied at Nightmare City, but never of it being glacially paced. Stelvio Cipriani’s main theme to Nightmare City makes the upbeat disco theme to Cannibal Ferox sound like an example of good taste and restraint in comparison. However before the carnage gets well underway Lenzi treats the viewer to one of those typical eighties aerobic dance shows complete with spandex costumes and irritating music. Some of the aerial shots are a bit keen in their earnest imitation of George A. Romero’s earlier Dawn Of the Dead (1978). As always the military brass and government procrastinate far too long instead of immediately deploying armed forces on the ground to contain the pandemic. The mutants retain most of their faculty and wield guns, knives, machetes, and other deadly utensils. In exploitation tradition girls frequently are stabbed in the chest, and when it is revealed that the mutants can be killed by a shot to the head, the military forces, of course, continue to shoot in them in the torso and body. Lenzi and cinematographer Hans Burmann manage to conjure up a few memorable scenes, interesting use of lighting (that sometimes is reminiscent of giallo), and the scene composition is far more creative than one would expect in the genre. The double-whammy ending is either the best, or worst, part about Nightmare City, depending on who you ask. If anything, it fits with exactly the sort of deranged atmosphere that Nightmare City goes for.