Mindkiller — Technocratic War Machine Review
Mindkiller is an International (France/The Netherlands)Technical Brutal Death Metal band. Established in 2017. On May 14th, 2025, the band unleashed their debut EP album entitled “Technocratic War Machine.” The album was distributed by Fetzner Death Records and promoted through The Metallist PR.
The First Three Sins, The Summary
The Fourth Sin, Overall Discussion
Opening: First Strike
As soon as the listener hits that play button, they are pulled into a fierce assault of sound right from the start. The opening piece, Occult Matrix Control, hits hard with a barrage of brutal instrumentation and aggressive vocals. The onslaught doesn’t let up, carrying a fury that dominates the entire set of four songs.
Controlled Chaos
Over the span of twenty minutes, the music unveils itself as a complex, raw presentation of technical fruit of art, fused with pure brutality. It’s a relentless push that feels almost chaotic, yet every element is sharp, deliberate, and carefully placed. This creates a tension—a controlled chaos—where each riff, each blast beat, and each shriek pushes the listener to the edge.
In the background of this chaos, a tug-of-war plays out between machine-like rigidity and ancient decay. The music hints at a clash—cybernetic precision meets ritualistic rust, blending futuristic technology with mythic mysticism.
Crafted with Devilmanship
Mindkiller provides the listener with an instrumental composition and arrangement that’s floored to perfection and delivered to the listener on a silver plate of fruit of art devilmanship. Furthermore, the arrangement feels tight with a solid structure that inspires confidence—it’s clear that every part was crafted with care and intent, from the first note to the final echo. Mindkiller is no accidental jam. It’s a deliberate, almost ritualistic piece of art that leaves a lasting impression.
Mindkiller’s Technocratic War Machine doesn’t just play; it executes. This is not music—it’s ritualized extraction, the sound of resistance boiled in precision.
Scalpel Riffs and Signal Layers
Guitar work by Jean-Michel Crapanzano cuts through this landscape like a scalpel made of obsidian—sharp, cold, and unforgiving. His riffs are tight and precise, evoking comparisons to technical death metal giants like Necrophagist. The playing includes fluid sweeps, angular tremolo pickings that add tension, and breakdowns that feel stuttering and abrupt. The tone is sharp and slightly scooped — clarity is king, but there’s still enough mid-range bite to keep it visceral.
Harmony layers are deployed like signal pulses—brief, disorienting, and surgical.
Artillery Precision
Fabrice Goddi’s drumming is sharp and relentless. He drives the song forward like a programmed war machine, never wasting a beat. His blast beats are non-stop, executed with clinical precision. Double kicks fire like artillery shells—exact and powerful. Sudden tempo drops rip through the music like sabotage, destabilizing the rhythm and adding an element of chaos that keeps the listener on edge. The bass is mixed low, but not absent—mostly follows the guitars, like a shadow, adding subtle density rather than branching out.
Incantation of the Machine-Priest
Jure Kotnik vocals, emits a guttural, almost exorcistic howl. His vocals are not piercing screams nor fry vocals—rather, they’re a low, cavernous force that hums like ritual demonization. This is the right decision to achieve the dark and mystical feeling of the music, guiding the listener through an occult and technosoteric ceremony. The lyrics, embedded in Sumerian and Egyptian imagery, dissolve the borderlines between extraterrestrial mythology and modern technocracy.
You may wonder if the voice belongs to an ancient priest, reciting forbidden knowledge, or a modern operative echoing signals from unknown depths. The ambiguity adds to the mystique and dark allure of the album.
A Short Yet Crushing Signal
While the Technocratic War Machine may be short, it leaves an intense, lasting impression. It’s packed with brutality, complexity, and heaviness that make it difficult to listen to without headbanging.
Closing
As the Technocratic War Machine reaches its final moments, its most intense passages fade into silence—an ending that is not truly an end? We want to give a shoutout to Fetzner Death Records and The Metallist PR for letting us review Mindkiller‘s Technocratic War Machine. Now, we are going to conclude the review by talking about the final three sins and concluding the review.
The Fifth Sin, The Memorabilia
The Sixth Sin, The Artwork
The Seventh Sin, Disrelish
Mindkiller
Jean-Michel Crapanzano — Guitars
Fabric Goddi — Drums
Jure Kotnik — Vocals