Cannibal Corpse
Chaos Horrific

250th review on the Deb!!!

I must celebrate the event in a worthy, or rather unworthy manner considering the band and the album I chose today.

Sixteenth album for Cannibal Corpse, who next December will reach their 35th year of sick and insidious musical activity. Never a drop in tone, never a work out of focus; always massive, always dark, always a true war machine: deadly!

And they confirm themselves at the top of their form even in Chaos Horrific, released last September 22.

They couldn't care less about contaminations with new forms of metal: they know only and solely Brutal-Death-Metal and they deliver it in ten chapters of inhuman ferocity: not even 40 minutes played with a chilling vehemence, with very few more fluid and slow mid-tempo passages.

They do things in-house, choosing guitarist Eric Rutan as the producer, who joined the band permanently only a few years ago. The resulting sound is "closed," creating a sense of oppression, of being crushed while listening; you feel the urge to leave the house to catch a breath, to breathe, to come out alive... at least partially...

Possessed demons, with the two guitars never still, always prominent, capable of creating an auditory wall that borders on madness. At times, the shrill sound of the six strings reminded me of the best Morbid Angel, but with doubled speed.

George's voice is the usual monotonous, obsessive, malevolent growl that "recites" lyrics that I leave to your imagination considering song titles like "Pitchfork Impalement," "Overlords of Violence," "Pestilential Rictus."

Alex's bass and Paul's drums (the only two remaining members of the original lineup) contribute in their way to making the sound even denser and more chaotic.

A perfect machine of evil, a personal institution of all extremism made into Music.

Top marks once again, as has been the case since their very distant beginnings.

Ad Maiora.