Rise From Your Grave New Flesh Reborn Review
Rise From Your Grave
The New Flesh Reborn
We Are Horror Records
2025
Rise From Your Grave is a Pennsylvanian Horrorpunk/Thrash beast that has clawed its way straight into my blood-soaked playlist. Their latest monstrosity, “The New Flesh Reborn”, was unleashed back in June through the ever-reliable grave robbers over at We Are Horror Records. Before this slab of terror landed on my dissecting table, my only taste of RFYG came via Horrorshock Media’s “Shockwaves 2” compilation, one drop of venom that had me salivating for more.
So, let’s crack this corpse open and pry into the guts of this record! What immediately bursts from the wound is the band’s razorwire Thrash assault, blazing fast, jagged, and hungry. Tom’s vocals, particularly in his higher register, summon shades of John Connelly of Nuclear Assault. Honestly, I couldn’t be more hooked if this album came packaged with a cadaver and a bone saw for after-hours entertainment.
What really sets RFYG apart is their knack for injecting Pop sensibility into the chaos and stitching hook-laden choruses into blistering speed. Every track feels like an anthem carved into your skull, catchy enough to haunt you for days, yet wild enough to gnaw through your ribcage. They aren’t Misfits clones, but the way they fuse infectious melody with straight-up brutality scratches that same undead itch. Imagine being steamrolled by a horde of zombies but grinning the whole time because the soundtrack rules.
The musicianship is pure carnage. Riffs pile up like corpses in a crypt, and the chops are sharp enough to sever bone. Plenty of Horrorpunk bands skip the lead breaks and axe-worship theatrics, but RFYG digs up the skeleton of 80’s shred and reanimates it with necrotic vigor. Every solo feels like sparks flying off a chainsaw as it bites into flesh, I can’t get enough of it.
Lyrically, the record wallows in the kind of nightmares that stain your teeth black. I’ll admit, half the time I can’t make out what Horrors Tom’s howling about, but it doesn’t matter, this is music to stalk your prey to. Between the pounding rhythm section and the hellbound melodies, I found myself foaming at the mouth, brain-starved and desperate to HACK into the nearest victim.
There aren’t many bands out there like RFYG right now. Hell, I’d argue there aren’t any. They go full throttle, no hesitation, no filler, no mercy. At just under an hour, “New Flesh Reborn” leaves no grave unturned and no listener unscathed. Every track is a standout, every cut a new scar, but for the fiends who want the juiciest chunks, start with the tunes - “Hellhouse,” “Bloody Hands,” “The Deep,” “Pieces of You,” and “The Creature.”