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Wow, this Cd looks really nice, this is the best layout work I have ever seen on a Bizarre Leprous release. The layout has been built on the concept of atomic-robot monsters films of the 50-60’s such as tose of Plan 9 and it looks really spectacular. I guess that’s what many Razorback releases also want to look like. Actually the booklet is really bare (no lyric, no pics etc.) but it’s effective.
Wow, this Cd looks really nice, this is the best layout work I have ever seen on a Bizarre Leprous release. The layout has been built on the concept of atomic-robot monsters films of the 50-60’s such as tose of Plan 9 and it looks really spectacular. I guess that’s what many Razorback releases also want to look like. Actually the booklet is really bare (no lyric, no pics etc.) but it’s effective.
Roman doesn’t really deserve to get free publicity on my fanzine since he’s been promising to send a promo of this Cd for months and in the end I had to buy it on a distro stand – but this Cd is soooo good I am reviewing it anyway. But labels consider spending 2 euros for sending a promo for some exposure that maybe could result in selling some extra of your releases, damn. It’s the cheapest advertisement you could ever get. Sell one Cd from yor store thanks to a good review and you are getting back the shipping costs 3 times. Isn’t it simple?
Anyway back on Plasma. I have always been a big Plasma fan and seeing them live was a refreshing bath of bile. They’re among the purest, sludgier, dirtiest bulldozing grind gore you get in Germany today. The style is totally German (1-2 tempos and toilet flush vocals), but absolutely not boring. A solid recording and a lot of clearly distinguishable riffs make this album one of the best out this year. I couldn’t get how heavy it is on the car stereo, I had to put headphones on at home to really appreciate it’s slimy heaviness. Great watery vocals and mosh pit chugs makes the experience real neat. Not very original per se but at least we have some good replacement for Bitch Infection, Gut and CBT which lost some shine with time. And this time we got a real drummer as well, goddammit. Ground stomping vulgar shit of the best kind.
First of all, the title of the album and the cover art are fabolous. I totally share their view. My balls are quite full of this racist scum terrorizing the world. And even more I am full of hearing that the Western Word is the only responsible for their behaviour. Hundreds of years of civilization and all they produced is superstition and kilometers of barren desert wastelands. These shits have to be eradicated from the world, and if the H-bomb that is meant to do that has the colors of blue red and white, so be it. But let’s not digress, Nuclear Abominations is not a political webzine. It is about gore, deformities and sickness. Fuck.
The layout and graphics are not stellar for a label like Olympic but the job is well done and amateur errors are missing altogether this time. I don’t like the choice of colors and the yellow glow/embossing on the logo but that’s how it is today.
Hearing Internal Bleeding without Chris Pervelis is indeed very strange, but I admit the riffs are still solid, chugging, 100% NY slam. I wonder how much of Chris did flow through the recording this album – except for the acknowledged part at the end of “This Day I Fight”. What’s undeniable is that the musicwriting here is one score better than anything I heard on Entorturement or 420 – both band were maybe too unripe at the time they were releasing their demos. Who knows, point is, this album takes everything these guys recorded before by the balls and shake. One should not forget that Internal Bleeding is over 15 years old, and it was one of the very first bands to start the NY style slam shit. So don’t annoy me with shit like “unoriginality”. A bit of guilt maybe they have, since this is a genre which is extremely dangerous to play, the line between a solid mosh indicung massive riff and a tarantella is blurry. Lots of young bands are now playing very, very boring monkey-core-metal trying to follow these steps. But Internal Bleeding always did it quite well, and despite some recording difficulties, I did like early Internal Bleeding as well. Expecially with Frank Rini on vocals (someone told me he’s a policeman today. Ah.). And still today they are able to crush bones.
“Onward to Mecca”, as said before, is still focused blindfoldly on the single rock solid stop and go riff, with huge guitar sound and shit. And I cannot really tell any weak points. This record is steeled in an armor of brutal chugs and boulder heavy chords. The music flows well and sometimes Pyrexia (more) or Dying Fetus (less) really spring to mind, and I think the vocals are the only slightly weaker spot. I think hard-core screams can be an extremely powerful weapon, if the tone is right, but these vocals seem more agony moans than pissed off spews. The recording, for the first time ever, sounds real powerful and beefy, it was really time we could hear this band with its rightful sound.
For fans of NY slam chugs blam blam metal I think this album stands well on top of your shopping list. Good shite. “It’s time to pay, it’s time to die. This is The American Fury”.
For those who missed this demo in 2002 (me included) here it is, the repressing by two killer labels such as Sindrome and Lymphatic Sexual Orgy. This is the first release by our pals from Canada, and the sound was quite far from that of their latest CBT worshipping bonecrushing goregrind.
On the graphic side, this Cd is quite appealing, despite the extremely glossy paper (it’s so slick it seems oily… but that might be to simulate the texture of sperm eh eh). At last a goregrind release done with some taste (if we can call it that), the concept of cumshots flooding recently dead feti is nicely gross and well, that’s the right thing for goregrind.
Musically this is not extremely advanced. Seems like more influenced by KOTS and SMES, with a lot of ’80s coin-op style looops and super-distorted vocals. I like the fact it’s so raw and bluntly unprofessional, and also a little bit the humorous keyboard twists, but in general their latest stuff is much more appealing. This is extremely computer oriented music, with almost no feel of guitars and a very synthetic-sounding drum base, not to mention really fucked up vocals and a score of samples like buzzsaws and screams. But in general this shit works, and it’s much better than most cyber goregrind I have heard recently. Good shit, overally speaking.
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It might sounds as if it doesn’t make sense to buy a record you already have on both vinyl and Cd. But this special edition Relapse re-release of “Onward to Golgotha” was really impossible to miss. Things have been done in great style as with all these recent incredible exhumations of jewels such as the Disembowelment box and the Repulsion double Cd. Something just clicked in my damaged brain when I saw this on Relapse’s store website and well, I had to have it. Except for the HUGE typo in the booklet (“Profination” in big silver fonts??), the release is extremely accurate: the booklet is similar to the original one except for some Pantone silver colors, with added hi-res pictures and the jewel case holds this additional DVD disc. But hey, everything is absorbed by the spectacular cover by Miran Kim, a real fucking masterpiece of art. This painting really drags you in a vortex of madness. As said this 15 year anniversary edition of “Onward to Golgotha” (holy shit, already 15 years!) comes with a bonus DVD picturing three great shows with the McEntee/Deo/Roe/Pillard line up.
It might sounds as if it doesn’t make sense to buy a record you already have on both vinyl and Cd. But this special edition Relapse re-release of “Onward to Golgotha” was really impossible to miss. Things have been done in great style as with all these recent incredible exhumations of jewels such as the Disembowelment box and the Repulsion double Cd. Something just clicked in my damaged brain when I saw this on Relapse’s store website and well, I had to have it. Except for the HUGE typo in the booklet (“Profination” in big silver fonts??), the release is extremely accurate: the booklet is similar to the original one except for some Pantone silver colors, with added hi-res pictures and the jewel case holds this additional DVD disc. But hey, everything is absorbed by the spectacular cover by Miran Kim, a real fucking masterpiece of art. This painting really drags you in a vortex of madness. As said this 15 year anniversary edition of “Onward to Golgotha” (holy shit, already 15 years!) comes with a bonus DVD picturing three great shows with the McEntee/Deo/Roe/Pillard line up.
Being honest, so far I think the most perfect releases were made with Daniel Corchado on vokills, but Pillard’s muscle is uparalleled. The guy was/is just a fucking ogre from hell. And the music on this debut is so unrefined, but at the same so dismal and funereal, it embraces the term Death Metal with dark wings of blackness in its entirety. Incantation‘s debut features a couple of songs that already appeared on various previously released demos and Eps, revisited, darker and fitting one huge painting of hellish black and red tones. The riffs are just anything short of perfect, so dark, gnawed to the bone but brutal and massive, just like say Hellhammer, a monolith to the inverted god below. Pillard’s passion for slower, darkest atmospheres were perfect complement for McEntee’s undeniable genius for classic Death Metal riffs. I still believe he’s the biggest guitarist in Death Metal after Danny Coralles. I challenge anyone to say “Entrantment of Evil” is not one of the best songs of all time. Every single chord in this album cuts through the flesh of the liar of golgotha with unmerciful brutality. This is a black jewel, pure gold, real Death Metal.
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Here it is, the real Mexican gore massacre! I personally like Hol-A-Wit (which should roughly translate to “asshole” from what I understood) consistently much more than Semen. (2 members out of three, except for Luisa Bocanegra, come from there so I guess Semen is a continuation of Hol-A-Wit or are similarly related). The band plays sublime third world gore grind with a ultra raw and garageish production, with clear porn gore influences.