Grindcore, a genre considered by many as niche, unapproachable, a subgenre... "ugh... that noisy mush with 50 songs per CD of ten seconds each" some claim, "the most massive and badass genre on earth" others argue.
Both theories are probably valid; when this masterpiece is released, Napalm Death and Carcass are already an institution, and Dillinger Escape Plan are probably in embryonic stage... thus here are Brutal Truth acting as a logical bridge between the two generations, and the step is as obvious as it is ingenious.
This "Need to Control" is as powerful, brutal, and well-played as it gets, in a spiral of slow and hefty rhythms, heart-pounding accelerations, and so much anger to spit into those damn microphones. There are countless episodes in here to be delivered to history; from start to finish, they reach unexplored shores for the genre: punk, thrash, death, crust, grind, and industrial nuances with alarming ease and familiarity, the vocal exchanges between Sharp and Lilker play on the guttural power of the former and the acidity of the latter.
Compactness is the watchword for Brutal Truth: a volcano that explodes in your face, without too many compromises.
Do you want the titles of the most representative tracks?? here they are: "Black Door Mine", "Godplayer", "Judgement", "I See Red" to rip your head off; "Collapse", "Ordinary Madness", "Media Blitz", "Choices of New Generation" perhaps to catch your breath... now that I've warned you, go ahead and hurt yourself, and then don't say I didn't warn you!
The group is incredibly tight, an impressive sonic flow for its power, capable of flattening the listener.
'Need To Control' launches fragments of the past, think Hardcore, Grind, Death, and launches them at breakneck speed on its own track.