Ascended Dead are nevertheless as ugly as it can be: not by design nor by trying their best to sound that way, but just because that foul stench they ooze from every pore is their true nature. Yes, their founding members and some of their current members have played or are still playing in other bands Morbid Angel and Incantation, but none of this really matters, as their mainman JR stresses that “Everything we’ve attained was built from the ground up, and we’d like to maintain as much of a stand-alone legacy as we can.”
See, a lot of bands these days wish so bad they were part of the same early extreme metal wave that swept the plate clean in the late ’80s, but end up only second-guessing how all their idols thought. But Ascended Dead are a rare case of a band who just go for it and whose DNA is naturally carrying that FTW element – that simple idea of not waiting, an instinct to destroy everything in sight. Necrovore, Insanity, or even Sarcofago are just of some of the acts they’ve been compared to, but it doesn’t really matter