Carcass
The Peel Sessions

THE REVIEW

Sweltering heat that's killing me in this lethargic afternoon of late July; on top of that, the user RIBALDO has literally shattered my nerves with my review yesterday using that other nickname. I'm at the peak of paranoia: and as always, to get out of it well, I need violence in music. I need the sound butchery of the old Carcass like never before.

The very first lineup featured Bill Steer on the grinding guitar, Jeff Walker on bass and "excorbingly" growl vocals, and Ken Owen sitting behind the putrid drum skins. The three young Englishmen at the beginning of their career were obsessed with human entrails and internal organs; they poured this diabolic passion into recording four tracks in December 1988 with the famous DJ John Peel, which had already been released a few months earlier on their debut album "Reek Of Putrefaction" (...I reek of putrefaction...).

Live take versions, like an improvised live session, with a violent sound moving between primitive Grindcore outbursts, akin to Napalm Death, and abrasive shifts towards a Death Metal that pays a strong tribute, in speed, to the Slayer of the 80s. The lyrics seem taken from an anatomy manual, after all, Jeff was a medical student, and they move among abdominal excoriations, purulence, infections, and various necroticisms. A macabre delight.

Fifteen minutes of total terror, with Bill adding to the slaughter his even more growl and guttural singing compared to Jeff's. It starts with "Crepitating Bowel Erosion" and you bleed out by the time you reach "Reek Of Putrefaction". In between, there are "Slash Dementia" (!?!) and "Cadaveric Incubator Of Endoparasites". What "wonderful" titles, bloody heck.

I find it entirely unnecessary to dwell on the individual tracks for once.

The late John Peel had far-sighted vision.

Dedicated to cousin RIBALDO; because deep down, he's a good guy...FOETICIDE...

Now I feel much better.

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