Defecation
Purity Dilution

Defecation: if as much as I give, the most polyglots among you might understandably assume they are faced with a classic case of an eminent, epic shit-disc. It's not like that. Not completely, at least.

Nineteen eighty-nine.

Mick Harris (at the time Napalm Death) and Mitch Harris, newly arrived from Florida after his previous - non-criminal - stint in the mediocre Righteous Pigs, decided to seal their friendship and future joint-venture with NapalmDeath, which materialized the following year with the L.P. "Harmony Corruption," recording, with the precious and noisy assistance in the control room of another maverick D.O.C. Dan Lilker - Anthrax, Nuclear Assault, S.O.D., then Brutal Truth, Exit 13 - in a flash (the sleeve proudly notes: Recorded & mixed in 29 hours at Birdsong Worcester England, 6. 3. - 8. 3. 1989) this stern, inhospitable, barren, non-compromising debut album; theoretically "Purity Dilution" should have been a one-off, but instead in 2003 there was also a negligible sequel, "Intention Surpassed," created solo by Mitch the factotum.

You know perfectly well what Mick Harris was able to produce (for those who don't know, listen to the sample); it is therefore entirely useless for me to explain/bore you with how many and what kind of blows he was capable of delivering to the battered drumming structure; the work, as with every grind record worthy of such nomenclature, is composed of 12 earthquake-ridden, eardrum-piercing fragments that in the longest suites never exceed three minutes in length for a total duration of about half an hour of pure and putrid Grindcore from the Nuclear Blast school (NB 18, to be precise): meaning lots of healthy, athletic, not particularly ferocious, musical and guttural chaos seasoned with "socially useful" lyrics [clearly incomprehensible except to Birmingham's grind-native speakers], interspersed with fearfully heavy breaks and repeated breakneck reprises.

The work, while not to be counted among the irreplaceable cornerstones of the genre, on one hand may appear a bit raw and cavernous, on the other, it must be admitted that it sounds ferociously authentic, and where you can objectively discern some brilliant moments to sing at the top of your lungs and/or to pass on as a significant warning to posterity: one above all the wonderful "Life On Planet Earth Is Fucken Cancerous" (the track deserves a listen just for the fantastic title) a minute and twenty-five seconds of megalithic barrages alternated with overpowering bridges and ultra-corrupt vocals: a genuine jewel.