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Here they are again among us, the champions of the most splattery Brutal Death metal!
Even more direct ("in the face" seems to be the formula used in these cases), starting with the title, "Kill", short and almost sounding like a command.
A small personal aside for the cover, which unfortunately this time will not delight us with disembowelment and the like, as it is a very simple blood-red background... what a pity. What luck, I spent twenty-one euros and with it comes also a live DVD in Strasbourg! And... noooo, the package opens in a weird way, with compartments that slide to the sides! Cool.
The style is the same as always (but how... not even an acoustic ballad?!), voice from beyond the grave and guitars precise as scalpels (how the hell do they do it?!) that draw turbo-heavy and dissonant riffs like boulders, tupatupa or papapapapapapa drumming strong with predictable but always effective tempo changes. The usual punch to the teeth, in short.
Giorgio Pescatore immediately launches with an angry scream in "The Time To Kill Is Now", a short and unhealthy song (the "whistling" guitar riff in the chorus is simply great!). Reviewing thirteen tracks would be quite a bore, so I will limit myself to pointing out the most, in my humble opinion, cannibalistic of the bunch (ignoring the fact that I think they are all awesome): the menacing stride of "Five Nails Through The Neck" and "Death Walking Terror", the classic "Necrosadistic Warning"... but come on, what a load of crap, they all sound the same in the end!
A massacre from beginning to end, period.
"Make them suffer! Make them suffer! Forever!"
Tracklist and Lyrics
04 Necrosadistic Warning (03:28)
Hordes of the rotting dead surround the villagers
Unwary victims mangled and battered
Once buried warriors have risen to kill again
Signs of their wickedness left for a warning
Mutilate
Disembowel
Amputate
Kill and rape
Gratification achieved by dismemberment
Unnatural legions ravage the carcasses
Open wounds targets for evil defilers
Seeds of inquity cover the body parts
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Violate
Death so foul
Ejaculate
Pieces raped
Bound with intestines the body is held upright
Travelers encounter the gruesome monition
Terrorized realization of coming death
They will be next for the army of killers
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Remains are on display
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Molested corpses hang
Undead
Molest
Defile
Kill them
Butcher
Then fuck
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Discharge on the corpse
Necrosadistic warning
You will not rest in peace
Necrosadistic warning
Desecration of the dead
09 The Discipline of Revenge (03:39)
Patience is my ally
Design should not be rushed
Asperations long forgotten
Never left my mind
My rage must be controlled
My plans require time
My rage must be controlled until the time is right
Mastery of self control
Seething deep inside
Enemies oblivious
My ruse has made them blind
My rage must be controlled
My plans require time
My rage must be controlled until the time is right
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
My hate has been concealed
My time has come at last
My hate has been concealed but now the scum will die
Batter the face
Crushing the pompous fool
Retaliation
This was worth the wait
Endurance
Deception
Abhorance
Vengence
Wounds of the enemy
Oozing hypocrisy
Duplicatious slime
They are less than nothing
Twisted
Slaves to their vanity
They are beneath my feet
Only now can they learn
As my boot kicks their heads
Pitiless Tormenting
Resolve never wavering
contemptible pieces of human trash litter my life
(Solo: Pat O'Brien)
Victory was certain
They never saw it coming
Years of planning have paid off
Voice inside silenced
11 Maniacal (02:12)
Rage, taking control of my mind
Driving me to
Kill without mercy
I see red
Blood on
My hands
My knife
Crazed, boiling blood pumps through my heart
Pushing me to
Respond with violence
I spill their
Blood with
Vicious
Cruelty
Maniacal
Psychopath
Slash through the crowd of faces leaving a trail of bloody dead
Hold down the scumbag, slice off his ear, gouge out his fucking eyes
Pounding the human maggots, broken bones cause screams of pain
Femur pokes through the muscles in his upper leg, i wrench it out with force
Stabbing the faces
Knocking out teeth with my nail spiked bat
Internal damage
Trauma from beatings causes organs to burst
Maniacal
Psychopath
Chunks of butchered victims cover the floor in my wake
Frenzied battery and slashing slung pieces of face on the ceilings and walls
Raging violence will consume all of my damaged brain
Ruthless murders are the only way to make this impulse abate
Maniacal
Psychopath
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