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Needless to say, brutal death metal, in many ways, is becoming a saturated genre. There are many, perhaps too many clichés available, easy prey for bands that don't even consider trying to be a bit more original than others to rise above the average. Well, in this environment that promises nothing good, finding the name of Aborted is almost a salvation. Now on their third album, the Belgian band continues its battle in the name of a deadly and never predictable brutal death metal (moving away in terms of style from their previous albums, which seemed more attached to classic grind), also confirming themselves with this album as one of the current leaders in the field.
A band with infinite potential, as demonstrated by listening: the thing that most amazes about this album is the ability not only to play with unheard-of violence and simultaneously a breathtaking technique but also to find new and continuous solutions that never let the listener fall into boredom, something that often happens with titles of this genre. Take the opening "Meticulous Invagination": three exact minutes, just enough time to recap the entire history of current death metal. From the intense percussion to the exaggerated growl, from death sounds in the style of Incantation to grind ones, passing through more classically brutal, to even stunning solos that rise above all this mess! Deadly. Amusing then is the band's fixation with surgical terms, starting from the cover (the blood-soaked bed) to the titles and lyrics ("Clinical Colostomy," "Medical Deviance," "Sea Of Cartilage"...).
In short, if you want to hurt yourself and love brutal death, don't look for the usual small bands that have nothing to say: Aborted is for you.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Parasitic Flesh Resection (02:09)
[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]
A quick grasp of insanity, cranial tissue in decay
A force fed tool of apathy i am
Parasitic life form, infesting my whole being
Necrotic fungus resecting organs to create...
From the realm of the dead I'm fed
Cracking open the coffin lid
Driven by a hunger, unable to grasp
A chemical reaction that campels me to grab
The axe, anxiously removed from its shelve
With an unpredescent joy I brutally hack
Psychonecrotic hallucinations,
as my skull begins to reek
With goreastic elegance I purge the weak
Parasitic life form
Rehashing the dead for its cause
The chopping of heads
A daily act of self-enjoyment
Cranial metamorphosis,
A forensic decrepit anomaly
Intestines turn into pulp
Axe wielding among the stiffs
Parasitic resection...
06 Charted Carnal Effigy (03:31)
[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]
Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur
Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived
Scandal on the operating table, my fetid fetish to carve, maim and dice
Stripped to the gore, operating manure
Gore seeping from the insides, dissolving carnal tissue
Medical knowledge abused and forlorn for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissues, brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus
Skin after skin, I peel expectance
Skin after skin, another stiff ready to fester
A morbid patologist
handing a rusted saw
Jaw cracked and splintered to bits
shattered and torn apart
Shattered ribs implode,
gastric juices drool, no more...
Gore seeping from the insides,
dissolving carnal tissue
medical knowledge abused and forlorn
for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissue,
brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus
A lament configuration
Surgical abmination
Giblets squashed on the floor
[Lead: Bart]
[Lead: Thijs]
Skin from skin is torn
A forensic doctrine of gore
07 Clinical Colostomy (03:29)
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte]
Stain-less steel doors burst open
A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver
Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench
...By the stench...
Horrified nurses scatter
Foul human cess seeps
Punctuation the smell
Of acrid colonic contents
...colonical...
Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek
Rumbling restless as inflicts post-mortal vengeance
Tell-tail dung marks across the operating table
Eyes see shit, decorating the tools
Hygenic practices scrapped by this foul odour
The ribcage opens,
a smell comes to the fore
Brown stained lungs oozing faeces,
regurgitation ensues
Disbelieving doctors from theories
Manure, in puddles,
from a human sewer
An unbelievable reek should have drained
from his pooper
Gasses build up pressure
Causing an ominous rumble from within
A ghastly turn of events
leaves them all shit-stained, shocked and chagrined
Stain-less steel doors burst open
yet in the other way
phrenetic surgeons are fleeing
this coprophagic mess
Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek
A gruesome ending
to a tale of coprophagic grandeur
The art of forensic scatology
had to be endured
A bacteriological manifestation
which leaves no doubt
Infecting bystanders
with this methane gargling disease
09 Sea of Cartilage (03:02)
[Music: Christophe, Lyrics: Sven]
Murder
I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
Humanity in me slips away
Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat
Depraved in my sea of cartilage
I'm draved in gore
I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
My humanity slips from me
Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat
Severed head as ornament
My collection of the dead
Punctured cranial-walls collapse
Filled with acid
My aphrodisiac...
I will not rest...
Until I've killed you all
I will not rest...
Until your head
Hangs on the wall of suffering
No longer human, it takes control
Feelings overwhealming me
I have to rid the earth
Of human anatomy
I will not rest, until i've killed you all
Exposed and gutted in my hall of gore
Murder the world... let the blood run... free...
Infected, by this disease called love
I must fill my private morgue
Dissecting randomly,
Your voluptuous cadaver into soup I'll render
Can no longer bear this suffering
I am your god, your tortured will
No longer human it takes control
Destined to torture, mutilate and destroy
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