"Rarities and exclusive earworms spanning 2004-2016 from the whirling gene pool of noise that is NAPALM DEATH!"
This is how it can be read on the "Century Media" record label's website to announce yet another release from the masters, the founding fathers of all Grindcore.
This is not the new album which should still be released by the end of 2018.
Coded Smear And More Uncommon Slurs is a dark and offensive double compilation where tracks from hard-to-find EPs, singles, and covers of other bands are gathered. There is also room for a song that until now was only downloadable from a site that collects funds to help the populations of Nepal affected by the devastating earthquake of 2015.
Collaborations with the Melvins, Converge, and Voivod: that alone could already suffice for the highest ratings for these heavy Metal institutions.
All recorded and produced between 2004 and 2016.
Starting with the album cover image, which is a very painful razor cut.
Because Napalm Death is loved unconditionally; Genital et De...Marga have done so since 1987.
Because I (we) have everything or almost everything from Napalm. Well over twenty-five CDs; and a couple of vinyls now worn out from many plays.
Because we have seen the band live at least a dozen times; and the desire to see them again is always deeply rooted in us.
Because they are, and I say this with utmost conviction, one of the most revolutionary bands in Metal.
Because they are the destroyers of all Rock rules; true terrorists of the seven notes.
Unmindful of the system; they move forward without faltering; coherence and attitude to the nth degree.
Nothing has ever been like Napalm Death; and no one will ever be able to boast of having equaled them.
Because they come from Punk and still nurture a visceral love for the primordial Hardcore of Discharge (it is always a duty to mention the Lords of "Hear Nothing See Nothing Say Nothing").
They decompose sound through THIRTY-ONE tracks of absolute violence. Chaotic and shocking.
They challenge noise with an auditory uproar that surpasses the total hour and a half...Nazi Punks Fuck Off...
Now I can leave the house, it's three o’clock on this hot afternoon, heading to my trusted music dealer to order the double vinyl copy of this further show of strength from Mark, Mitch, Shane, and Danny!
Because we don't need any listening to review them.
Diabolos Rising 666.
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