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Rating: Being Brutal is not just a matter of musical taste: it's a true philosophy of life. So, what is Brutal, one might ask like Baudelaire. It's not easy to say. A presenter who shoves two fingers down his throat is Brutal. A child who breaks a street lamp with stones is Brutal if the stone then bounces back on his head, making it bleed profusely; otherwise, the gesture is just insane and violent (mind you!). But disparate actions are not Brutal in themselves: it depends on the context. For example, if you vomit in the trash can, everyone compliments you on your etiquette, but if you throw up your snack at the feet of your old-fashioned and damned bourgeois mother-in-law, you are truly Brutal! In general terms, we might define as Brutal everything that goes against the current both socially and intestinally, transforming your food bolus into an astronaut aboard the Shuttle.
Well now, the Exhumed have been creating morbid Grindcore and bruuudaaal for more than twenty years. And their "Slaughtercult" (2000) is a real Brutal heavyweight: it will earn you multiple complaints from the neighbors and a slew of middle fingers from passersby if you blast it in your car, because those idiots only want to hear techno-dance-pop tunes (social field), and it will cause you a barrage of bouts of diarrhea and more or less ferocious dyspepsia (intestinal field).
There's not much to say about the work itself; it's the usual absurd sonic assault that makes your ears bleed: Matt Harvey rips his vocal cords with some devastating screams (he literally rips them with a butcher's knife: otherwise, where would the Brutal be?), reminiscent of Bill Steer's lesson, Mike Beams' guitar sounds like a chainsaw (except when launching into devastating and schizophrenic solos à la Suffocation), Col Jones demolishes the drums with kicks and headbutts delivered at supersonic speed. However, it is the cavernous and porcine growls of Bud Burke that truly make up the Brutal element of the album, as they stimulate peristalsis more than a nice walk and will generate in you the precursors of the Brutal lifestyle. You'll realize you've become true Brutal types when you get the sudden urge to retreat to the bathroom and begin to disembowel yourself, to bite your guts, extract your organs, soak yourself in blood, cut your extremities, all amid atrocious screams accompanied by this sweet soundtrack. UUUURGH!
Enhanced by the production of the late Mieszko Talarczyk, "Slaughtercult" offers you thirteen shredding blasts, with a sound so fresh, dynamic, and lively that staying still will be impossible. You'll launch into a terrifying mosh pit that will crumble your house, then destroy your neighbors' with hammer blows, as the windows shake and the stars fall! And if the bile rises in your throat... IAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
08 Deep Red (03:09)
Step by step, death by death The end draws closer breath by breath An ichor-stained fate from which you won`t be spared The crimson labyrinth in which we`re ensnared... Behold- In shattered mirror what you`ve become Only now at the end- Can you see how terror runs... Blood runs cold Horror runs wild Your life runs out Death runs- DEEP RED <i>[x2] Your existence ebbs in a scarlet symphony Your parting words gasped in dismal necrony Any hope you had to survive has now died Gagging on blood as you swallow much more than your pride... So many times- I fantasized About you so many ways- To take your life! Blood runs cold Horror runs wild Your life runs out Death runs- DEEP RED <i>[x4] Blood runs cold Horror runs wild Your life runs out Death runs- DEEP RED <i>[x4]
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