Foetopsy
Dyspartum

What can you expect from a group that chose the name "Foetopsy"? The worst possible? Exactly.

If you have any doubts, you could take a look at the titles ("Horrid Bowel Extraction" and "Outgrowth Of Vomited Worms" are not even among the worst). But it's useless for me to hide behind a finger, "I like it" and I like it a lot. I like it because it's stupid, I like it because even if it's stupid, it's fucking violent, I like it because doing something stupid with violence is the stupidest thing you can do. If it's given the name "Dyspartum" as well, the masterpiece is complete.

Hailing from Milwaukee, these three microcephalics have decided to create a project that makes GrindGore its concept and Brutal Death its sound; a peculiarity of this band is that they make very short songs (rarely more than a minute) without composing Grind songs. The Carcass of "Reek Of Putrefaction"? A whole different thing.

Forget about the typical cheerful tracks of Grind, here at least the music is serious; that the singer(s) then make sounds like idiots is another matter, the riffing takes liberally from the most uncompromising and raw Brutal.

But then what’s the point? None, obviously. But it’s precisely the idea of making "funny Slam" that is appreciable. For once, you won't need to engage your mind and body in an unheard-of violent listen: you'll listen to it lightly, maybe even nodding your head back and forth a bit, defeated by the "crazy groove" of this CD. A CD, which thank God, is not an Album but a Mini CD (even if it has twenty songs) released in 2002: the total duration is just twenty-one minutes.

But these guys are not just time-wasting Grinders; if it's true that the guitarist plays parts feasible even for an orangutan, behind the drums is a little guy who is not bad at all; actually, he's quite good. In fact, he's definitely better than many Slam drummers. Devastating in Blast Beat, always performed at impressive speed, he manages to unleash a really rare groove during the frequent slowdowns.

The word Groove, put next to Grind Gore, might make you think of Cock And Ball Torture, absolute masters of "ke spakka" Gore; but Foetopsy doesn't resort to pseudo-Punk rhythms, and the use of Blast is much more frequent. In other words, let me emphasize, in this Grind group, there's very little Grind. Even the rhythmic section is abstracted from the best worst Brutal around: rolls that are anything but simple and linear, cymbal hits you'd never expect from a band with such few pretensions, and definitely difficult counter-times are present in all the songs for their entire duration. In short, next to a goat-like guitarist who goes no further than Power Chords, there's a truly gifted drummer who enriches the group with a minimum of technique otherwise completely negligible (not that it isn’t so even with it) and unrecognizable in that ocean of waste which is Grind.

The "brevity" of the compositions makes them easily assimilable, entertaining, cathartic; the record listens well, and even if you don't feel like listening to the drummer's technicalities, the powerful and enjoyable riffs will stick in your head, making all the songs the same but for precisely this reason all of good quality (do you remember when Mp said "The singer changes the register for 0.01 seconds then goes back to doing his good work"? Here's something like that...).

It's obvious that an album titled "Dyspartum" is not for music gourmets, but for those like me who sometimes want something that doesn't make them think of anything but Headbanging, they'll be thrilled to listen to "Eruption Of Cystic Phallus" or "Ingest The Cervical Hematoma".

Personally, I have no idea what path these guys have taken after this album, but even if they had abandoned this line, the record in question deserves a listen and a decent rating if only because it deviates a bit from the canons of Grind as well as Brutal.

A Must-Have for metalheads, idiots, non-metalhead idiots, idiot metalheads, troublemakers, and urologists.