Guys... checking out the reviews of Dying Fetus, without even knowing about my impending arrival, you have unconsciously left the honor of reviewing my favorite album by my brutallic friends!!!

Honestly, things don't add up to me when seeing the title and hearing the music, because: I DEFINITELY FEEL THE ADRENALINE DAMN IT!!! This CD cheerfully accompanied my apocalyptic adolescence and made me the great brutal jazz man I am now. You might ask why... 

One day, my mother brought this LP home for Christmas and told me: "my son, do not underestimate the power of brutal-rap, its lyrics, its granite riffs, one day you will have to review this album, and you will have to make me proud for not making you a 'Dying Fetus' in my jazz womb." I will always remember these words with ardor, always imprinted in my mind... but now enough, let's leave these superfluous memories aside, which won’t help you understand the weight of this ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE in the history of brutal Jazz metal!!!

From the opening of the title track, you immediately feel that these guys mean business, they give you no chance, in the song the favorite phrase by John Coltrane: "No final resistance, screw it, his loss is not mine!!!"

The themes are damn cutting-edge, misogyny, misanthropy, brutality in interpersonal relationships, blind hatred... they talk about a system rotten to the core, they knew it, they were aware of what was happening and what would happen, in the most original way possible, and so, what do we have left to do in this world, where metallers are labeled without a precise reason? The answer lies in the energetic track number 4, that is: "WE ARE YOUR ENEMY" and there is no need to translate for anyone with a basic knowledge of English, actually I've changed my mind... I’ll translate it:

WE ARE YOUR ENEMIES ... hell yeah!!!

Fuck your enemy, because there will always be someone telling you: "metal sucks, it's just noise, there's no sense in the lyrics and music," and at that point, with great pleasure, you will SCREAM YOUR DISSENT with your metal heart, proud of your origins, because metal speaks of everyone, after all who the hell cares about your musical culture which, I would like to point out, is not synonymous with superiority!!! WE ARE YOUR ENEMIES because hatred exists and it's our fuel, we bring it out with METAL, and we do it well, raw truth, on the other hand, you have to accept that in life there is crappy music and APOCALYPTIC music!!! 

The iconic track "Kill your mother rape your dog" is the most famous track of this impeccable album, sure, it doesn't talk about sun, heart love, but then again Coltrane and Gilmour always said it... it was their battle horse!!! A work clearly superior to the previous ones, Kevin Talley, behind the skins, shows us how the drums should be played!!! The final track is called "Intentional Manslaughter" or "Intentional Homicide"... the voices of John (not Coltrane), and Jason speak of a well-known and rightly not repressed sentiment in Metal, that is HATRED, because if you do, you might end up actually committing an INTENTIONAL act... and probably it won’t be a metaller, but just any moralistic jerk!!! AAH!!!

The world consists of billions of shades, there’s the good and the bad, the truth and the lie, shit and the scent of vanilla, and you have to recognize them, to understand what you like... I like the shit that DYING FETUS churns out!!! 

Tracklist Lyrics and Videos

01   Killing on Adrenaline (05:40)

02   Procreate the Malformed (07:06)

03   Fornication Terrorists (05:28)

04   We Are Your Enemy (03:45)

05   Kill Your Mother, Rape Your Dog (01:16)

06   Absolute Defiance (03:53)

I feel the pressure, it boils in my veins
there will be no praying, for peace, no sacrifice
as I feel the burning, of hate, it's blinding me
I just live to, destroy, my mortal enemies
I just see the face that's, the target, in my mind
and with pleasure, carve it, and cut it
from your head, there - is - no - rea - son
its just a, laugh for me
cause you lost my patience, and with it
goes your life, your existence, a parody
there's no excuse I can believe
one time, is all it takes, to rip the flesh from off your face
die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die
with puppet strings, and faking lies
a hollow head, and empty eyes
take your breath, and let it go
the last one you'll ever know
die die die just fucking die die die just fucking die
habitual complacency conforms your life away
it does not take a lot of thought to follow and obey
the dead fucking traitor has no reason to complain
a lifeless bag of shit with no face and with no name
I just have no patience for the scum of the earth
why not kill these fuckers, make them die, make it hurt
worthless global breeders crawl like roaches on my back
a pestilence of hyper-active idiots on crack
I choose not to follow all the prophets preaching greed
to the close-minded corpses that consume beyond need

07   Judgement Day (01:50)

08   Intentional Manslaughter (05:29)

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