SEPULTURA - Beneath The Remains: A Thrashing Cauldron of Primal Fury
Album Description:
Beneath The Remains (7 April 1989) is the moment Sepultura stops being “promising” and starts being unavoidable. It was their first release for Roadrunner, it cracked the UK Indie chart at No. 9, and it landed like a hot slab of Brazilian concrete on an international scene that still thought thrash only came with Northern Hemisphere accents.
You can hear the Rio nights in it. They recorded it at Nas Nuvens Studio in Rio de Janeiro in late December 1988, working weird hours, running on nerves and stubborn pride. Scott Burns flew in and helped bottle what they already had: speed, rage, and that Belo Horizonte grit that doesn’t ask permission. Then the tapes went back to Florida and got mixed at Morrisound in January 1989 - not “cleaned up,” just focused like a knife.
The sound? Dry heat and metal shavings. Riffs that scrape, then suddenly lock into place. Igor’s kit doesn’t “support” anything; it shoves the songs forward. Max barks like he’s arguing with the world and losing patience fast. Subtle? No. That’s the point.
“Inner Self” is the hook with teeth - tight, urgent, and still the one I use to test whether a system can handle sharp guitars without turning them into a fizzy soup. “Stronger Than Hate” feels like a sprint through smoke. “Mass Hypnosis” is the mid-album grind where the band sounds like it’s leaning into the amps, forcing more volume out of physics.
The politics aren’t a lecture; they’re baked into the mood. This is late-80s Brazil anxiety turned into motion: oppression, control, the sense that the air itself is tense. Sepultura doesn’t “address themes” here. They swing at them. And when they slow down, it’s only to make the next hit land harder.
Even the sleeve is part of the assault: Roadrunner pushed them toward Michael Whelan’s “Nightmare in Red,” and it fits - less cartoon horror, more fever-dream dread. I’ve stared at that cover more times than I’d admit in daylight, usually while pretending I’m “just checking the condition.” Sure.
Plenty of albums are fast. Plenty are angry. Beneath The Remains is the one that feels like it escaped the room and slammed the door behind it.