Indianapolis black metal quintet, Coffinworm, does everything they’re supposed to do. Exciting the raw and darkly engaged sensibilities of metal fans, they claw at their guitars, annihilate their drum sets and convert “singing” to “vokills,” which makes yelling seem much more destructive and sexy. Their album, When All Became None, is unrestrained and at times progressive, making what they do seem the credible byproduct of a generally bad childhood and too many horror films. The band has good advice (“Start Saving For Your Funeral”), bad advice (“Strip Nude For Your Killer”) and seem kindhearted and considerate enough to pre-moisten mathematical concepts before sticking them up the ass (“Spitting In Infinity’s Asshole”).

With “Blood Born Doom” a precedent is set and Coffinworm’s colossal and abrasive approach is demonstrated in the space of almost seven minutes. Guttural and screeching howls sort of glide above the mangled music, which oozes like liquefied tar for most of the album. Coffinworm seem resigned to this degree of murk, satisfying the need for breakdowns and of course those moments of rhythmic upgrade meant to snap you out of your mud-induced trance.

“Start Saving For Your Funeral” begins well enough, featuring probably the album’s strongest riff. “Strip Nude For Your Killer,” appropriately enough, almost swings like the hips of a waitress in a titty bar, sort of a sludge metal attempt at smoky blues. The song does degenerate, though, into a series of start-stop sections that go on for a bit too long before it’s time to get deadly, again.

Award for the best title of course goes to “Spitting In Infinity’s Asshole” whose eerie blasts eventually transition into a heap of power-walking filth that seems to continue with “High On The Reek Of Your Burning Remains.” Guitar wise, I thought this song took the most interesting opportunities with the formula, which, by the time you get to the album’s end, is fairly predictable.

“The Sadistic Rites Of Count Tabernacula” carries out the rest of the album, utilizing most of what opened the album in terms of sound, tempo and overall construct.

I’m not one to shy away from sludge or drone simply because I like the blank slate and the ways musicians tend to enhance it and make it worth attention. A band like Electric Wizard can entertain me for upwards of 20 minutes with a single riff, but it’s because they understand groove. Coffinworm admittedly deliver the chaos and the carnage, but When All Became None only seems to thrive for moments at a time, allowing “loud” and “hard” to influence the mix and suffering a little bit under the weight of the metal template. If When All Became None was solely meant to make your ears bleed, and that’s it, then Coffinworm achieves that without question.