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Rating: With "extreme" pleasure I present to you the new work by Exhumed!
Having reached their third effort, the group signed with Relapse improves progressively from album to album, although in the end the musicality remains the same.
The musicality may always be the same, but a band is skilled precisely in these cases, when the ordinary does not become banal.
The four guys play an aggressive death metal but with multiple grind influences. The lyrics, as usual, revolve around subjects that are not very calm, in fact, the members of this band could definitely have graduated in medicine with top marks or work as surgeons as a second job! ...this can only be the plausible explanation, just look at the cover (even if it will surely be censored in any country), open the booklet of the disc in question and you will understand from the texts and figures what I am talking about.
Regarding the music, the drummer knows how to maintain good tight rhythms and at the same time very intricate alongside the guitars that do their duty with the notes and the right distortion. The vocals are harrowing and the second voice quickly croaks the words of the long texts of "Anatomy Is Destiny".
The CD opens fast and sharp after the intro with "Waxwork" followed by "The Matter Of Splatter". The mood calms a bit, but overall the pace of the eleven songs is always very sustained. In closing, "Song For The Dead" will perhaps amaze you for its subtle melodicity, but don't worry because EXHUMED will return and when they do, they will be even more ruthless than before!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 The Good the Bad and the Ugly Main Title / Slaughtercult / Decrepit Crescendo (04:54)
03 Limb From Limb (04:07)
[musick - Matt Harvey; lyrixxx - Ross Sewage, Matt Harvey, 1997]
Cleaving away at any extremity, From his torso his appendages are ripped,
Another pass of my chainsaw, And his leg is disjoined at the hip, Cutting with
my shoulder blade, His forearm I lustily seize, Bit by bit deconstructing his
demise, Allowing my victim no piece... Limb from limb... Dislimbing my victims
for my collection of severed and rotting keepsakes, Trophies for my room
displayed in mylar on decorative platters and stakes, Once in possession of
the fleshy sinewy gew gaws that I demand, Only these quadrapalegic cadavers
are left to give me a hand... Limb from limb... Taking her hand and arms and
legs, She is left looking quite stumped, Collecting the body parts that I
greedily hoarde, The torso is callously dumped, Her grevious wounds spill
precious ichor, Upon the makeshift abatoir's floor, But the sacrifice is not
made in vein, Donating her arms to the poor... Limb from limb, mercilessly
taking people for an arm and a leg, Limb from limb, an unscrupulous bargain
upon which you cannot reneg, Limb from limb, I have so many, but I always
hanker for more, Limb from limb, at times it's impossible to get a foot in the
door... Limb from limb... You must hand it to me as I split you at the seams,
I always get a leg up on my victims, your ensanguined projections I glean,
Jigsawed without hope of reassembly, I take what's yours as mine, You watch as
your existence slips away, your losing it one piece at a time...
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