A strange mixture of Black, Death, and Industrial metal; Iperyt is a five person group from Poland- with names like People Hater, Hellhound, Black Messiah, Shocker and... Vincent  (of whom, I'm thoroughly convinced is most likely a hardcore MF who doesn't need no nickname), I couldn't have hoped to guess. But, that doesn't matter. What matters is: does the band and their music work? I'd give you the answer now, but then you wouldn't read the rest of the review - would you?

Immediately, The Patchwork Gehinnom throws a sermon at you about some vaguely important topics that relate to the modern world at hand. The band seems to put a lot of importance in it's messages, which can even be seen on the albums artwork - a not-so-clever mockery of the Baphomet that has a masked man pointing to satellites burning and the like - but I feel like it's all been kind of said and done at some point. I mean, in an era where even pop-stars like That Poppy are making a mockery of Baphomet imagery it all seems a little typical rather then shocking. This goes almost tenfold when it comes to metal. I mean, I get it, but when Grindcore has bands that should about incest, getting pink eye, and other unpleasant things (S.C.A.T., Anal Floss is Boss, and Vaginal Cadaver) - the over saturation lends to a certain numbness. But, this is coming from a passive-aggressive Canadian man. Iperyt could very well be the anthem you are looking for. Lord knows the band at least knows how to back it up with some solid tunes.

There is almost nothing by-the-books here, I can't really say I've ever heard anything quite like what I have on The Patchwork Gehinnom. It's strange, as I've mentioned, but Iperyt has a way of bringing a plethora of jarring elements, all that is black metal, electronic music, and industrial, into one tight little package - the band calls it Terrorcore, I call it Iperyt. The drums, shamelessly and intentionally synthetic at times, work as an anchor to all the chaos; as noise grinds onward and guitars scream out, if not following their machine-like patterns. Vocals are death-like, but follow a somewhat spoken-word format. It fits in well with Iperyt's sermons; the fact that the band is telling you something directly rather then expressing them.

Usually I'd complain about all this, something about the purity of music and invasive nature of computerization and whatnot - but The Patchwork Gehinnom isn't made in hopes of hiding any skill based shortcomings, the band seems to have constructed it in hopes of defining themselves. And this here? It is all definition. There is no denying the originality of the sound that has been made here. It's all their own.

With experimentation, there are bound to be hiccups - and to me that is in the execution of blast beats on this record. My god, they are awful and really show what little Iperty had to work with. They are jarring, repetitive, one-off samples, and not even pleasant to a guy who listens to some genuinely far-reaching stuff on the daily. Luckily, they are not too prevalent, aside from the track 'Phantom Black Dogs'... which also happens to be the first track on The Patchwork Gehinnom. Honestly, I don't know what the band was thinking here. Either it was personal choice, limitations, or both.

It's pretty great to still come upon bands that do something different, Iperyt has most certainly kept on with their ambitious sound over the years. It's no surprise that The Patchwork Gehinnom is about to drop on vinyl. It's a curiosity for those who enjoy the obscure, far reaching fringes of genre experimentation. And, one of the rare genre experimentation albums that doesn't feel completely alienating to those who are willing to listen.