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Rating: "What is this stuff?" the newbie metalhead unfamiliar with semi-underground brutal sonic extremism may ask, as soon as they let Devourment play on the stereo. Indeed, the brutal-musical offering of these THREE Americans is somewhat unique. There are also three peculiarities that can be discerned.
Without a doubt, the first is the voice, among the lowest and filthiest imaginable; a mix between the sound of the breath at the bottle opening and a frog. However, it doesn't keep rhythm, doesn't make you headbang, it basically functions as a sick and confusing background. The guitars don't produce riffs. And if they do, you can't hear them as they're so muddled. Occasionally, some classic slowdown (zuzzuzzuru-zuruzuzzuzzu) reminds us that it is still Death Metal.
Practically, the only instrument you hear is the drums, to which voice and instruments provide accompaniment in the long solo of blast beats and tempo changes throughout the record's duration. But even the drum sound has something unconvincing: the bass drum (obviously a double) is almost inaudible, and the ultra-fast parts (real sonic hurricanes) are entrusted exclusively to the snare (or some other drum, I'm not knowledgeable about drums) and the cymbals. The eight tracks, not exceeding 4 and a half minutes, all deal with serious and stimulating themes, such as anal electroshock, fellatio on knives, and similar delights. In any case, there's no way to understand the lyrics unless you read the booklet.
So far the description.
This "Butcher The Weak", although it has its own structure and rationality, is not convincing. It seems to me not gloomy enough, poorly mixed, or anyway mixed with little attention to the bass. I've had the chance to listen to the previous "1.3.8.", and it's a record of a completely different caliber, a real truck in the face. This doesn't reach the same level. It might be the growl of the new singer, little growl and a lot of howling; it might be the production, which being cleaner, conveys little discomfort and little charm.
Since the release of "1.3.8.", Devourment set the standard. There's no denying it. They play Death Metal, but with a Grindcore attitude: no big riffs and no solos, sonic storm and free burp. They can disgust (and who could blame the disgusted?) or please a lot. I don't mind them. If you're going to listen to them for the first time, however, get "1.3.8."
Rating: 3.5
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
05 Autoerotic Asphyxiation (03:13)
I can't sleep my sickness doubles every time I kill
I think that I should die by hanging but instead a grand idea
Suffocating bitches delights me
When they bleed the stench is lovely
Why end myself when there are slobs a plenty
I need to go, my semen is leaking
Semen leaking, madness creeping, mucus seeping out of me
I saw her from a distance now she'll know the meaning of true pain
Come with me, come with me, come with me
Come with me to die, come and feel your neck break
Come with me, come with me, come with me
Come with me to die, come and feel your neck break
Come with me, come with me, come with me
Come with me to die, come and feel your neck break
Come with me bitch and see the knife
That won't be denied that tasty cunt
Forced inside while you hang, ever so sweetly
I pull on your legs, juice sprays all over me
Spraying from your face the precious blood, I gorge your sloppy cunt
Now I'll peel your blood soaked face, oh my god, it seems I want to feed
I guess I'll have to eat you, hunger I can't control
What is this, her heart still pounding, I'll show this bitch a world of pain
With my knife I cut off her fingers, in her eyes I see life drain
Bleeding from every hole in her pretty, filthy, sin filled body, its insane
I'll make this party complete, I'll thrust my knife in my brain
I'm choking on my own lust, the thought of dying while killing fills me with glee
08 Babykiller (04:28)
Here I come
They call me
A beast like none before
I suck the abscess of dead infants
I want some more
I Am Baby Killer
I kill pregnant sluts and whores!!
Splaying inside the womb
Red and wet I tear chunks from the pussy Red and wet mangled unborn baby
Eat the meat dripping from filthy...
Cumstained, blood-soaked, rotten cunt Infant skull exploding in my mouth
It's brain on the floor
I grab it's tongue and tear it out
Dead meat for me. I can't believe
How much this baby is bleeding
It's tiny stumps pours out more
Than it's dead mothers open sores
It's guts paint the floor
It's flesh I shall gorge.
It seems feasting on young infant flesh has made my semen leak.
I am aroused. Fuck I'm crazy
I fuck the blood. I need meat on my cock.
No meat can satisfy me. I must spew my seed
Spunk flows throughout the mangled infant. now I'll chop it up
Chunks of guts fly as I stand with baby skin all over me
Forcing the blood-soaked gore unmercifully down my throat
Pieces of baby are lodged inside of me
Over and over I feast on it's death
It's all gone. I want some more
I turn to it's mother
Blood is still flowing strongly from her butchered pussy
I drink from her fountain, stench of menstrual gore
Gagging on chunks of sliced up pussy
I feel pressure....
Pushing in my brain
The force caves in my head
My eyes eject slowly
Where's my knife?
I plunge my knife in
Inside my head
My veins are seeping
Warm streams of red
My tongue tastes so horrid
I must swallow it
Gore taste so scrumptious
Enough to wash it down with piss
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