I love Carcass!!! I wish they would release a new album every month, every week!!! I must admit to being a die-hard fan of theirs, so my review can't be entirely objective... this band has always fascinated me not only for its ability to churn out complex, gritty, and heavy tracks like few others, while not forgetting melodic passages, but also for its history.
Starting from the most extreme grind-core, made up of tracks on the edge of cacophony and recordings of questionable quality, they transitioned to a technical, then melodic death-grind metal before ending up in a sort of hard rock weighed down by growl vocals and super distorted guitars, as a reminder that the metamorphosis has occurred, but the roots remain the same.
Following their latest performances at European festivals this summer, which raise hopes for a reunion (albeit without the historic drummer Ken Owen, still recovering after a long period of severe physical problems), I felt it was only right to review what is perhaps their best work, alongside the previous "necroticism...".
"Heartwork" is a fundamental album, not only in the history of Carcass but also for the entire extreme metal scene; it is nasty, rough as sandpaper, fast and filled with intricate riffs, complex, heavy, but also with melodic solos and more "calm" moments, as much as such an album can be defined.
Here we go! The show opens with "Buried dreams", an enormous boulder that lands on you and catches you by surprise; the vitriolic voice of singer/bassist Jeff Walker greets us with a "welcome..." that seems to tear his vocal cords apart.
The apocalypse continues with "Carnal forge", a genuine punch to the stomach, with very fast rhythms and riffs following one another without respite as in the best grind metal style (but with enviable sound clarity and precision) until it opens up in a couple of splendid and melodic solos that make this track a gem of metal engineering.
"No love lost" and "Embodiment" are the first "warning signs" of the stylistic turn Carcass will present in the subsequent (and final) album "swansong"; the tempos slow down but without descending into the commercial or the banal; they are two granite pieces, heavy as lead, evil and dark, and once again the solos are excellent and the roughness characterizing all the tracks of this album is not missing.
The title track is simply stunning, built on an entirely simple riff and filled with wonderful guitar intricacies that see guitarists Bill Steer and Micheal Amott duetting; here too, melody takes the lead, breaking the distorted sounds and wedging in with scales and solos of softer tones: a masterpiece!
"This mortal coil" is devastating, starting extremely tightly and overwhelming anyone like a food processor that crushes everything in its path, while "arbeit macht fleish" is a real delusion... an ultra-complex track where drummer Ken Owen continuously changes the song's pattern and rhythm with an ease that leaves one speechless...!!! This song alone has 10 tempo changes and just as many different riffs, all intersected with superb mastery.
"Blind bleeding the blind" is a sort of "sick rock 'n' roll" influenced by its authors' insane creativity, while "doctrinal expletives" brings the album back to more extreme territories, with Jeff Walker screaming into the microphone until the speakers explode and the Steer/Amott duo giving their best, moving from melodic solos to riffs halfway between death and heavy metal.
The album closes with "Death certificate", an uncompromising track that puts the word END to everything, offering no hope and closing every sliver of light.
This is "Heartwork", an album that should not be missing from anyone's collection, an album that, like very few others, has managed to combine violence and melody, wicked, devastating, distorted, sick, and fast riffs with solos that do not make speed their sole reason to exist, but are carefully crafted, executed with care and incredible technique.
In definitive terms, this is probably the definitive Carcass album, the only one that encapsulates all the souls that have distinguished them in previous albums; here you will find grind metal, death metal, heavy metal, and even a very intense form of hard rock, technique, anger, passion.....
An essential album for the entire extreme metal scene, absolutely to listen to and to own!!!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Buried Dreams (03:59)
Welcome, it's a world of hate
Your life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sands of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate
(1st lead - Steer)
(2nd lead - Amott)
Welcome to a world of hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
02 Carnal Forge (03:55)
Multifarious carnage
Meretriciously internecine
Sublime enmangling steelbath
Of escheated atrocities
Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves
Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped...
Regnant fleshpiles
The dead regorged
Osculatory majestic wrath
This carnal forge
Desensitized - to perspicuous horror
Dehumanized - fresh cannon fodder...
Meritorious horror
Perspicuous onslaught
Dehumanized - cannon fodder
Killing sanitized
Slaughter sanctified
Desensitized - to genocide
Reigning corpsepiles
Death regorged
Sousing bloodbath
Carnage forged...
In the cold, callous dignity of the mass grave...
Multiferocious carnage
Cruel, mendacious creed
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Of fiscal atrocities
Inexorable mettle in redolent consomme
An opprobious crucible of molten human waste...
Priapismic deathpiles
Infinitely regorged
The smelting butchery
Of the carnal forge
Desensitized - to pragmatic murder
Dehumanized - into cannon fodder...
03 No Love Lost (03:22)
Sensual awakening,
Numbing feeling's dead,
Conception's romanticised,
Synthetized broken heart's to bled,
Without emotion, your heartstring's played,
Strummed and severed to the tune of a tragic serenade,
(A tragic chorus,)
Without emotion, your hearstrings break,
Snapped and severed to the tune of a tragic, sad-cliche.
No love lost,
When all is said and done,
There's no love lost.
The low cost of loving,
Amorous travesty,
Human frailties and weakness are easy prey,
How your poor heart will bleed.
04 Heartwork (04:33)
Works of art
Painted black
Magniloquent
Bleeding dark
Monotonous palate
Murky spectrum
Grimly unlimited
Food for thought
So prolific
In contrasting shades
Forcely fed
Abstraction, so choking
So provocative
A canvas to paint
To degenerate
Dark reflections
Degeneration
A canvas to paint
To denigrate
Dark reflections
Of dark foul light
Profound, aesthetic beauty
Or shaded, sensary corruption
Perceptions, shattered
Splintered, mirroring
In deft taints, diluted, tinted
Spelt out, in impaired colour
Denigrating, to paint
Not a pretty picture
A canvas to paint
To degenerate
Dark reflections
Degeneration
A canvas to paint
To denigrate
Dark reflections
Of dark foul
Works of heart bleeding dark
Black, magniloquent art
Monotonous palate
Murky spectrum
Grimly unlimited
Prolific food for thought
Contrasting, fed with force
Abstraction, so choking
So provocative
Bleeding works of art
Seething work so dark
Seering words from the heart
-Solo-
A canvas to paint
To degenerate
Dark reflections
Degeneration
A canvas to paint
To denigrate
Dark reflections
Of dark foul
-Solo-
A canvas to paint
To degenerate
Dark reflections
Degeneration
A canvas to paint
To denigrate
Dark reflections
Of dark foul light
05 Embodiment (05:36)
Bow down, your precious icon
Deity of self suppression
This effigy of flesh
Corporeal christi, nailed
In submission
To this false idol
Seeking deliverance
From this spiritual hierarchy
Downward spiralling
A corrupt throne
Of repression and guilt
Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn
On my knees
Before this tormented flesh
In irreverence
In communion with
This parasitic host
Of virtuous divinity
This imperious creed bears
Testament to the
Failures of our morality
Righteous durance
Is our cross we
Bear in stations
In stations of the lost
Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn
Thy kingdom burn
Our will be done
From your knees arise
By your own hand
Your god you scribe
The earth shall
Inherit the meek
Your god is dead
-Solo-
Bound down
In god we're trussed
Foul stature
Icons embodied in flesh
We nail
In servitude to deities
Fashioned in our self image
Shadows of eternal strife
Cast by those who serve
A crown of pawns
Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn
Thy kingdom burn
Our will be done
From your knees arise
By your own hand
Your god you scribe
The earth shall
Inherit the meek
Your god is dead
-Solo-
06 This Mortal Coil (03:50)
Tearing down the walls
Breaching frontiers
Unlocking the gates
To a new world disorder
A fresh balance of terror,
The equilibrium of hate
Archaic nescience unleashed
Entrenched, a bitter legacy
Tempered in mental scars
All flesh entwined
In mortal equality
Tangled mortal coil!
Twisted and warped!
Tangled mortal coil!
Tearing down the walls
Breaching frontiers
Unlocking the gates
To a new world disorder
A fresh balance of terror,
The equilibrium of hate
Twisted and warped!
Tangled mortal coil!
07 Arbeit macht Fleisch (04:21)
Prognathous gears grind
So diligent and serrated they mesh
Toothed cogs churn
So trechant, against soft flesh
Worked to the bone
Up to the hilt, depredated
Raw materialism
To stoke the furnaces
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly slips away
Consumed, inhumed
In this mechanized corruption line
By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised
Enslaved to the grind
Blood, sweat, toil, tears
Arbeit macht frei/fleisch
Grave to the grind
Inimitable gears twist
To churn a living grave
Stainless cogs shredding
Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail
Stripping to the bone
Retund mandrels levigate
Just raw material
Your pound of flesh for the suzerain
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly dissipates
Consumed, inhumed
In a corruption line, mechanized
By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised
A grave to the blind
08 Blind Bleeding the Blind (04:57)
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth
With the crimson milk of human blindness
In charnel towers of ivory besieged
The bones of subjugation are picked clean
In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed
Blood and tear - out damn spot out
The fruits of perpetual decay
Pouring the salts in open wounds - out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay
Bloody hands never wash clean
Abject misery to bleed
Decadence to feed
Out damn spot out
Parched with thirst how the other half die
Void of compassion our cup runs dry
With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves
The only consecration, the economics of pain
In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
09 Doctrinal Expletives (03:39)
A play on words
Or words on play
Last chapter, verse
In the final act
Words well scripted
Each sentence choking
Inaudible gag
Blanket which suffocates
As you eat another's words
Malnourished, you starve
-Solo-
Silence
Has a definition
A vocabulary
Of muted diction
Precise thought
To miscomprehend
Ambiguity in
High resolution
Articulate
Expletive fiction
Open to misinterpretation
So precise
Silence has a definition
A vocabulary
Of muted diction
Articulate, expletive
Condensed meaning
Making no sense
Open mouth the lines
In stressed expression
Understand the silence
The piercing calm
Sour music to your ears
As you regurgitate
Another's words
In their shallowness
You drown
-Solo-
Silence
Has a definition
A vocabulary
Of muted diction
Precise thought
To miscomprehend
Ambiguity in
High resolution
Articulate
Expletive fiction
Open to misinterpretation
So precise
Silence has a definition
A vocabulary
Of muted diction
Articulate, expletive
A play on words
Making no sense
-Solos-
Which makes no sense
Which makes none sense
10 Death Certificate (03:40)
A grim myriad
A grey kaleidoscope
Sterile, contrasting
Born and die
Institutionalised
A bleak epitaph
An epilogue so sad
Cross indexed
Cross dissected
Cross referenced
Contabescence
Cross indexed
Cross bisected
Cross referenced
Certificate of death
Machine coded
Reduced to hard memory
In a data base
Digitalised
Statistical obituary
Your only legacy
Your final resting place
Cross indexed
Cross dissected
Cross referenced
Contabescence
Cross indexed
Cross bisected
Cross referenced
Certified dead
-Solos-
Cross indexed
Cross dissected
Cross referenced
Contabescence
Cross indexed
Cross bisected
Cross referenced
Certificate of death
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