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I have always had controversial view over Black Metal until I

finally realized it’s not a genre per se, but more a collection

of different Black metals. There’s the speed/thrash bands with

satanic lyrics from the 80’s, there’s the crude, evil Black Metal

of some of the early Norwegian bands such as DARK THRONE, VON

or FESTER, totally extinct in Norway but living on with a new

soul in the States, and there’s the mainstream Black Metal with

those clownish corpse paint, witchlike vocals and guitars tuned

to sound like a mosquito buzz, which has several variants into

gothic and paganism. Fact is only 2% of the Black Metal bands

this day actually raise some interest at all into me. But despite

their following, MARDUK is still a killer Black War Metal band,

while their approach to the concepts of warfare is not as spiritual

and articulate as that of ANGELCORPSE, they are a straight as

a fuck missile in the ass of Christ. I’ll not indulge through

details to facet their style, but they’re definitely unique. Blindingly

fast, with lacerating screams and a charge of utter violence that’s

really charming? where the band has lack anyway, is their

live shows, which lately dismantled all the images I created on

this band. They act as fucking rock stars, the singer wears sunglasses

on the stage and behave as if they were fucking KISS (and that

stupid custom of wearing closn makeup doesn’t help anyway). Horns

and smiles ruin all the mood their wall of sound creates, to the

point I have even seen them doing the “human train”

on the stage. I’ll avoid another MARDUK show at all costs, but

stick to their fucking great releases.

Fuck, SQUASH BOWELS again a yeah. Far from the sublime perfection

they reached recently, this release is much more in the DEAD INFECTION

vein, with beastly roars and shower like noises, a filthy sound

and their usually fucking catchy style. Definitely faster and

more articulate than MT, this side shines with vicious encrustations

of coagulated phlemgm. The music has a twist and a feeling which

sometimes get close to REGURGITATE in sheer speed. They still

had to evolve a bit, but in their crude way, they were brilliant.

This is a CD that has been released in two different versions.

Mine is the original with a different cover but I cannot really

tell you if there are other differences apart from the purely

graphic aspect. The cover artwork is still graphically explicit

and splatter, although the lyrics are more of the socially involved

kind. The MALIGNANT TUMOUR side starts off with a DEAD INFECTION

cover and contains two more (both AGATHOCLES’), which are clearly

identifiable by the fact they’re the only two without gurgling

vocals. Musically the tumours are definitely gore although the

blasting parts seldom reach the levels of classical Grindcore.

The guttural spit and spew vocal work is extremely down tuned

(LAST DAYS OF HUMANITY school), and the guitar work rather simplicistic,

which adds some flow although it doesn’t exactly turn me on due

to a not too convincing drumming. If they could get a little bit

faster where accelerations are needed, it would help them gain

two full points.

1 - El Enjambre Asesino 
          2 - (Todos Somos) Alimento del los Cusanos 3 - La Cara mazada a Golpes 
          5 - Torso 6 - P.U.S. (Purulento Urologos Sarnoso) 7 - Suicide Fuck 8 
          - Obecede a Tu Demonio Interior 9 - Pùdrete 
          Como un Cerdo 10 - Masticasesos 
          11 - Los Ninos No Deberian Jugar con Cosas Muertas 12 - El Ataque de 
          King Chidorah 13 - Delusion of Terror 14 - Marutà (Carne de Cementerio) 
          15 - Los Cuentos del Munon Gangrenoso II

One astounding feat that MACHETAZO succeed to accomplish

is being able to create 13 songs (plus two covers from well known classics

such as SOB and ABSCESS) in the same CD, each with his own concrete,

palpable, neatly cut identity, from grind to almost doom laden tracks,

something that is rather hard to hear from any band this day, all the

while maintaining a core of definite personality and a perfectly distinguishable

identity. Something that maybe hasn’t happened ever since IMPETIGO disappeared

from the scene (although yeah, they seem to have been more active than

ever in the past few years, in a way). And well, resemblances to IMPETIGO

don’t stop here, as an heavy use of intros from B movies and horror

flicks and the flowing, pounding non-metal (that is not happy rides

and useless solos) tempos just have the same catchiness and feel. MACHETAZO

play that sort of old school Death metal which bands such as ROTTREVORE

or REPULSION were able to play because they had in my opinion a strong

background of good, genuine Hard Core and Punk which cleans off all

those unnerving typically metal riffs leaving an unadulterated pulp

of entrails and sawed splinters of bones which comes out really original

and really memorably fucking sick. All through the CD you get a fucking

varied portfolio of what this band can accomplish, with the main thread

of Spanish language used all through the songs and all within the CD

package as well: fast almost grinding accelerations, coarse Death Metal/Core

with a vaguely crusty swing which makes the whole gore and gut flow

free and extremely good for headbanging, convulse gargles and shrieking

screams. One thing that might have helped this fucking great band reach

such a sound might have been a constant change of approach to the music

from grind noise to obscure Death Metal in 4 full years of seven inches

and demotapes before a real deal. Must buy release. The cover artwork

is grotesque, somewhat cartoonish yet gory, I don’t know the painter

but his style reminds me of the violent comic Oink… it depicts something

like a caricature of an horrible walking, hulking jigsaw of flesh with

an hatchet in hand among an hedgepodge of massacred bodies (remind me

the song “Skullptures” by AUTOPSY, remember?).

1) Maggot feast on a swollen Fetus 2) 48th Cut 3) Rectal Bowel Inquisition 4) Intoxicated 5) The Taste of festering Vomit 6) Consuming purulent Sputum 7) From Flesh to liquid Mess 8) Reeking Mush beneath each Cavity 9) Orgasmic Abortion 10) Catering from the Womb 11) Acute palatable Hemorrhage 12) Perforated festered Scrotum 13) Stirred Intestines 14) Wet Remains 15) Purulent Odour in Stoma 16) Defecating Anal Sludge 17) Rancid Tumour Execration 18) Wide open Wounds on a disfigured Corpse 19) Hymns of indigestible Suppuration 20) Ulcerated Offal 21) Defleshed by Flies 22) Bowel Exhibition 23) Raped in the Back of a Van

Second fucking full-length album on Bones Brigade by these Gore

Grind butchers, they represent the soul of Gore Grind in every

fucking detail, with almost bestial ferocity, they are the essence

of splatter gore. Impossibly guttural gurgles, so fucking low

that if the man doesn’t use an harmoniser, he must be a fucking

freak half pig half human. The drummer blasts fast as a rocket

and the riffs are a bombardment of Grindcore intensity. Their

whole imagery evolves around carbonised corpses, splattered cadavers

and surgical massacres. Sometimes remind me of the first, essential

Gore grind of bands like REGURGITATE. Man this is a helluva musical

massacre, there’s no corner for melodies or useless melancholies.

Brutal as fuck. This CD represent really much their name, as there

is very little of human left in this music, from the vocals to

the horripilating collage of smashed and grinded bodies.