Carcass
Heartwork

(Brief preface as a thank you: I want to thank first of all my buddy Erichk, thanks to whom I got hold of a masterpiece, which I probably would never have been able to hear without him, given the elevated price of €19 at my trusted store. Thank you buddy, stay brutal!)
Can you imagine that great joker Giorg Dabbliù Busssh who, suddenly struck by a flash of madness (or civil reasoning, as you may see it), puts on a turban, takes the Kalashnikov, goes to Iraq and announces he wants to fight American civilization in the name of Communism and to kill all "the dirty capitalists who live like parasites on Earth"?
Can you imagine that?
No? How come?
If you can't imagine it, then how can you imagine four grindsters dedicated to playing the most absurd, fast, uncompromising, poorly recorded Grind, of course spiced with disgustingly splatter themes, suddenly switching to the most melodic and thoughtful Death Metal, with more philosophical lyrics aimed at analyzing the Human in its Depths, Love, War, Peace, leaving aside post-anesthesia vomit and purulent infections of those lovely things (I'm only referring to female things, eh!) found between everyone's legs?
Can you imagine that?
No? How come?
The fact is that I also struggled to believe it, until this masterpiece landed in my ears.
Melodic, croaking Death Metal, recorded in a Grind style (hence poorly), disconcerting given the transformation carried out by the four.
One of the most influential Death Metal albums, "Heartwork," the band's masterpiece (aside from the previous Grind rubbish that doesn't really belong to me), was born in 1993, when melodic Death Metal was unheard of, as the Death bands of that time (good times) were busy competing among themselves over who could beat more double hits in a second and who had the deepest and hoarse growl.
Carcass revolutionized everything, they took the most aggressive and violent Death Metal and mixed it, true geniuses, with more melodic elements, with stronger Heavy influences, giving rise to a new branch of our favorite genre, which began to be commonly called "Melodic Death Metal": a genre that Carcass, after inventing it, passed the baton to numerous Swedish bands that perfected it and made it increasingly elaborate up to the monstrous levels of today, making Sweden the most fertile ground for bands of the caliber of In Flames, Dark Tranquillity, and Opeth, just to name a few examples.
Right from the first notes, you immediately perceive the incredible transformation of the band: not purely Grind blast beats, but slow, thoughtful tempos, infused with goosebump-inducing guitars: the opener "Buried Dreams" quickly became an explanatory song, with a guitar solo clearly deriving from the priest school that remains among the best I have ever heard.
The Slayer-like "Carnal Forge," perhaps the song that strays the least from the group's transformation while still maintaining melody but incorporating a typically "Kingiano" riff and breathtaking drums that leave you without thought, spiced with a lyric that has very little to envy from the good old days of playing purulent Grind, followed by two pieces "to pass on to posterity" (quoting Norvheim): these are "No Love Lost" and the title track, the best song of the bunch, which makes me break out in a cold sweat at every listen, makes the hairs on my neck stand up, and thrills me as few other songs do, also thanks to a solo that instead of being described should simply be listened to; following "Heartwork" are six other masterpieces, among which the incredibly violent "Arbeit Macht Fleisch," the furious "Blind Bleeding The Blind," and the excellent concluding "Death Certificate" stand out.
Incredible, magnificent, moving. This is "Heartwork," and if tomorrow morning you wake up and see on the news that the amiable Giorg is in a Taliban fortress, let your mind wander to the grindsters Carcass and think: "Yes, in this world, anything is indeed possible...".