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Rating: Before starting, perhaps it's better to get the most obvious objections out of the way immediately:
A) It's not music.
Well, come on, that's too obvious. You can do better.
B) All the songs sound the same.
Better already. In fact, the songs are hard to distinguish from one another, they are also very short, on average less than a minute, which certainly doesn't help. However, I believe that this kind of work should be enjoyed as a compact whole; it's necessary to let go of the frontal impact and address the detailed analysis later. In this, I find many similarities with ambient: there too, individual tracks have a relative value, the general atmosphere, the sensations evoked, the ex post climate are more important.
I've never had someone tell me: “Wow, that track by Vidna Obmana totally rocks”. Similarly, approaching a grindcore album like this one is a bit like immersing yourself in a Jacuzzi at ten thousand atmospheres loaded with Perrier water; it's bewildering at first, then you get out, put on a robe and sponge slippers and feel revitalized. Or you feel like ending it all, sensitivities vary greatly. Anyway, I've listened to this album a lot, and I can even tell you that my favorite is 'Crap Cannon', the one that goes "aaaaaaarggghh tumtumtumtumtutumtum aaaaaaa aaaaaaaarggghhh tumtutmtumtumtumtutututututututut tutututtuttu chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga chugga aaaaaaaaaa aaaaaarrrrrrrrrgh".
C) You listen to this stuff to give yourself an air.
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity, says the Ecclesiastes. Why deny the pleasure of listening to and appreciating what is considered “extreme”? Everyone has their ears tuned their own way, and honestly, I like being able to listen to and evaluate anything without ever having to say, “It's too much.” And besides, what air?
D) They are sick, scurrilous, vulgar, sexist, and blaspheme god.
Given the photos and biographies, I can't rule it out beforehand, but they are certainly ironic, and what do you expect from an album where the tracks end before you've had a chance to read the whole title? And if you don't like it, there are always Christian rock bands...
This “Frozen Corpse Stuffed with Dope” is not their debut for the esteemed Relapse but follows a series of split EPs with youth favorite groups including Converge and Halo, an LP, “Honkey Reduction” (Relapse), and a seven-inch, “PCP Torpedo”. I decided to review this because it seems to me their most focused work, the one where the group's peculiar characteristics stand out best, distinguishing it from the rest of the “grind scene”.
The drum machine, first of all. Despite a certain static nature of the tracks (not rare in this genre of music), the speed of the blast beats is out of this world, and it takes three vocalists/growlers to hold up to such a percussive apocalypse.
The guitarist, also in the excellent Pig Destroyer, does his best to tear what's left of the listeners' connective tissue with huge dirty but punctual riffs. Electronics also make an appearance, especially in a noise key, but overall the component of experimentation is fairly contained, and the group remains firmly rooted in the “roots” tradition of 90s grind from the Earache school, no wonder guitarist and producer Scott Hull hails from the ill-fated Anal Cunt. Everything brought to the extreme, however.
The production is very good, but on the other hand, Scott Hull has had a hand in most of the records released by Relapse and he is well-regarded as a producer. If you like experimentation in the grind field, you should get the new work “Altered States Of America”: 100 tracks on a three-inch CD with sub-human vocalizations and growls mixed with electronic samples, various noises, blast beats beyond the threshold of perception, and a guitar shot to a thousand.
In short, as an old flame of mine who loved hard-hitting judgments would have said, it's a racket, but a racket organized and planned to delight some.
For others, there’s always Michael Bolton reinterpreting Sinatra.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 (Intro) Engineering a Pill Frenzy (00:12)
another drug turns harmless people into wild beast
02 Bitch's Handbag Full of Money (00:34)
youre real gay about pussy.
your bitch has got you looking in a magazine for clothes.
homo. all im buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on.
you better get that bitch to suck you - you queer trick,
you rogue spear, you bitchs handbag full of money.
shes in your wallet all the way up to the elbow.
04 Kill Theme for American Apeshit (01:02)
Death, pain, ditsy cuts stain;
Hitch her ditch her, let's do the mocha!
Strong pimp hand! Listen! What? Why?
If I could use thinner nose job, on another: whore!
Tame porn views in a good fucking whore!
Fuck it! I'm fucked up let's do this shit!
Every Christian in here is dead!
For no good reason!
Right fucking now!
05 Built to Grind (00:21)
i dont fuck bitches anymore;
i make them watch me massage myself till i cum in my hand.
belt them with my payload across the mouth.
real men dont just blow loads on jane doe, they grind them in.
06 Crap Cannon (00:34)
ripped into consciousness...a sideways knowing banter.
administer the forecast.
shooting upwards towards utopia.
circuit breaker flipped, canceling the ride.
mouthful of gravel. [schultz]
07 Razor Blades Under the Dashboard (00:51)
you fucking killed yourself, slit your wrists with my fucking car.
i hope you felt real fuckin' stupid on the way to the emergency room.
i had to fix the window you smashed,
but ill never wash the bloodstains from the floor mats.
fucking dead queer. i hope you feel real fucking dumb.
12 Bovine Caligula (00:23)
seemed like a good idea at the time.
bones here, bones there...marrow fucking everywhere.
youre fired, clown. [schultz]
13 Machine Gun (01:28)
my heads a fucking machine gun.
i destroy everything i put my eyes on.
everytime i see you i turn you to a pile of red shit.
youre a christian orgasm. pack the bong, its time to reload.
going to light your ass up again, till smoke drifts from my eyes...
14 Protection From Enemies (00:19)
rusted shut, drop-kicked and ignored - on the way to paradises gutter.
days turn to weeks turn to months turn to years.
pile on the runoff, increase the divide. [schultz]
15 Dead Battery (01:00)
backtrack - think about where you were.
laser white - from the flashlight - only clouding the matter.
insert dead batteries and move forward...remembering. [schultz]
20 5 Band Genetic Equalizer 2 (00:32)
project sodom and gomora.
aids and its homosexual host are to be gentically altered
out of existence to heterosexual perfections.
science, like government and god, is not big on being queer.
25 Cryogenic Husk (01:15)
thaw the quaaludes from disneys cryogenic husk.
lift the curtains, flip up the skirt.
lets have a look at that old cunt.
sarin nerve gas and the four noble truths, rebirth and again raised the infinite idiot.
path leading to corpse, to cunt, to bio-terror catalyst.
sending it all to shiva in an envelope covered in anti-semitic and muslim graffiti.
all i want is to be on the winning team.
28 Ceramic Godproduct (00:28)
i stare out my window and into yours.
looking for something to fuck myself to.
either change the channel or pull the fucking shade.
its all bad t.v. with nothing but bad t.v. in-between.
why the fuck do you even exist?
31 Drinking Games (00:38)
thank you for your purchase and helping to fund the creation
of enough liquid LSD a week to contaminate the new york city water supply
for the next ten years. the timetable has been set.
the gift of sight - that gift will be yours.
by the blood of christ and the water of life you have helped give yourself
this gift of a future.
33 The Fatter You Fall Behind (00:14)
walking a ho stroll. getting dumber faster,
the fatter you fall behind.
tripping on saggy tits.
you need a protein diet and dick .
36 Someone's Daughter (00:28)
you can suck a fart out my cock.
why do you think men laugh at you and still fuck you once?
your cries wet my eyes.
ill kill the hostages if denied my target.
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