Napalm Death
The World Keeps Turning EP

We should be there; the wait should be over.

In the early months of 2020, Napalm Death will release their new album, a full five years after the previous Apex Predator - Easy Meat.

It has never happened in their long musical history to have to wait so long between one record and the next.

I'm already in atrioventricular fibrillation; I'm literally drooling with febrile anticipation for the English band's new nuclear bomb.

I know Mark "Barney" Greenway and the rest of the lineup too well; no doubt about the auditory quality that I will listen to in a few weeks. I'm sure I'll find myself with songs of unheard-of violence in my hands and between my reworked ear canals. Primordial fury that finds no rivals. Still at the top of Grindcore and musical extremism; no one will be able to bring them down in my opinion.

I've dived headlong back into the discography of the Birmingham group; I have almost everything from them. Between albums, live, EPs, compilations, splits, I now exceed the hefty number of thirty CDs, adding to this disgusting feast a couple of vinyls that complete my insane collection.

The World Keeps Turning is a short EP released in June 1992, just days after the release of Utopia Banished.

Same recording sessions and you can tell, damn if you can tell.

The return of Napalm Death to the most visceral, impactful Grindcore, after the Death Metal "swerve" of Harmony Corruption two years earlier.

A dense, saturated production like bitumen. Sounds that leave a bleeding mark.

It's up to the title track to open the sound assault. A very short introduction that smells of urban guerrilla... then the chaotic and colossal movement of the instruments begins. Mark's cavernous voice attacks the world and its governments; the guitars open fire with disarming cruelty. Blows of rage never tamed. Total disintegration in the first minute. And there are eight more to go.

The sounds remain putrid, disjointed, decomposed.

The violence progresses, wedges into the skin, opening chasms of metropolitan horror.

We're already at the third and final shocking track. Insanity Excursion boasts a breathtaking execution speed. They build a sonic wall of impressive atonality. Everything seems crazy, everything collapses on itself; with Mitch's spasmodic screams accompanying the vocals in a deadly embrace. A bloodbath without mercy...

Triumphant once again.

Diabolos Rising 666.