You hold a small black disc in your hand. You look at it and think: "e mmò?", "mmm let's put it in the player, come on!". You barely have time to insert it before you immediately plunge into that sick inferno that only Agoraphobic Nosebleed can create. An inferno made of alcohol, drugs, and madness, lots of madness. The schizophrenia present in this album is almost tangible.
If "Honkey Reduction" or "Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope" surprised you, prepare for the worst. "Altered States Of America" is exaggeration, is the denial and cancellation of melody and song form. A colossus of 100 tracks in just 20 minutes. If you can call tracks those many samples that either declare the title or shoot dissonant samples and noise into our eardrums. Only one track barely reaches a minute; the others move at incredible speeds, and amidst this fury, there are solos, power electronics, and delirious bleeps. And that's how we get hit with bricks in the teeth like the 12 Days of Sodom, Obi Wan Kaczynski, Homophobic Assbleed (!!!), or even Narcoterrorist Megalomaniac, where a blazing solo leaves us collapsing on the floor with foam at the mouth. A mix of grindcore, power violence, and noise core, with many doses of electronics and noise music composed of a drum machine that races at 200Kmh, an histrionic Jay Randall with acid and punkish vocals, Richard Johnson on bass, and Carl Schultz on guitar.
The titles are as amusing to read as they are harsh in recounting anecdotes of drugs, rape, crime, and collective hallucinations. Pills and syringes, teaspoons and pouches are depicted in the booklet, and the cover is stunning, representing a religious scene revisited in a somewhat peculiar way. During the listening, you might feel like wrecking your house due to the fury of the mini-CD which indeed presses an overwhelming charge, despite lasting only about twenty minutes. The feeling at the end is disorientation, confusion mixed with a desire to grab the CD and listen to it again from the start. A must for grindcore and extreme music. This is avant-garde, this is extremism. This is the courage to dare. Even when it seems you're doing the most absurd thing there is. FUCK YOU SOCCER JESUS!!!!
Can madness be accompanied by genius? Well yes, folks, it absolutely can.
Drum machines pushed to the impossible, intensely distorted guitars, occasional and, imagine that, ludicrous samples, furiously and relentlessly fast.
This CD contains 100 songs in about 20 minutes.
This CD can therefore be considered a fun and claustrophobic critique of society in all its facets, whether you like it or not.