Disgorge
Consume The Forsaken

After leaving behind some good works, the debut EP and two other LPs entitled "Cranial Impalement" and "She Lay Gutted," in 2002 these four Californians bring their third effort to light. I want to emphasize their country of origin because on planet Earth there are no less than three other bands with the same name (the Australian Disgorge, the Swedish ones, and, more famously, the Mexican ones devoted to Grin Gore).

The proposal of this album is one of extremely intense Brutal Death metal and completely devoid of any distinguishable melody. The speeds maintained by the drummer are absolutely inhuman and, most importantly, relentless: all nine tracks are incredibly fast and supported by continuous blast beats that are absolutely devastating. The singer is absolutely impeccable: deep growling but not ridiculous, and above all, very long-lasting and enduring. But the strong points of Disgorge are undoubtedly the bassist and the guitarist, both performing perfectly; extremely complex riffs of incredible power are the framework of these songs, which put the performers' skill to the test. But the flaws do not take long to emerge: the technique is great, excellent, at the level of Cryptopsy (do you have an idea of what that means?), but Disgorge wanted to push it too far. The album exceeds in extremism and, although the composers have surely put something of their own into it, innovation is not felt. I believe that a genre like Brutal can only be further extreme through experimentation, while our guys have attempted to take it to new horizons without changing a comma of the old structures and merely exaggerating them: classic Brutal is therefore distorted and taken to its extreme consequences, but there is no real change. The tunings are too low, the sound therefore results in being excessively violent and heavy putting even a listener with a strong stomach to the test: getting to the end of the CD is really difficult, even the lyrics are very long and cryptic in meaning (even if fortunately they have abandoned the splatter nonsense).

The songs are monolithic, an orgy of intricate riffs that don't seem to fit together very well, rather, they are very disconnected from each other. In short, the album results in a mishmash of techniques and assorted virtuoso styles that form absolutely indigestible and suffocating pieces, the paroxysm of Death metal. The members have remarkable talent (there are continuous exchanges with members of Deeds Of Flesh, another great Californian band) and I am the first to bow to extreme works: but what is too much is too much. An excessive and exhausting album that receives this rating solely by virtue of the fact that to write tracks of such difficulty they must have spent a lot of time and sweat in performing them.