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Sixth and final album of the nineties for the band from Birmingham.
And as always, they hit hard, very hard; without hesitation. A defined, recognizable sound.
Mark is back in the ranks after the very brief stint as singer for Extreme Noise Terror; and he's angrier than ever with his heavy growl.
The production and mixing by Colin Richardson manage to highlight all the instruments; although I would have preferred, particularly referring to the guitars, a more "closed", suffocating, raw sound.
They look to the past and project into the future; a sequence of ear-splitting tracks.
The opener "The Infiltraitor" remains, even today, one of their best album starts; a track of immense power containing Death Metal elements that collide with frenzied Hardcore openings. As I already wrote in a recent listening, one of those tracks capable of unleashing a catastrophic "moshpit" near the stage at one of their concerts; experienced many times on my battered skin: guaranteed also by DeMa for me.
The Napalm are the recognized godfathers of Grindcore; and then they spit in our face with the two minutes of total sonic apocalypse of "Ulterior Exterior": a track that wouldn’t look out of place compared to their first two epic works of the eighties, Scum and From Enslavement to Obliteration. The pachydermic movements of "Next of Kin to Chaos", the industrial noises in the first minute of the subsequent "Trio-Degradable / Affixed by Disconcern", the uncontrollable fury of "Thrown Down a Rope".
Not a top-rated work; but as always, maximum respect and veneration, at least from me, towards this institution of musical extremism... CLEANSE IMPURE...
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist and Lyrics
05 Cleanse Impure (03:13)
Super-power - soup from bloated pyres.
Ultra-pristine - break off a nation, take a bite.
Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.
Super-focused - fields of red to dredge.
Ultra-conscious - earmarked? devil? in your wake.
Covet me dearly,
shaft me completely,
cleanse me impure 'til the doctrine sticks.
Might is right to blight
in the just scheme of things.
Bombs for sludge for blood,
(generations) snuffed out on a whim.
Husk of a patriot.
Vapours of a soul blown off.
Husk of a patriot.
08 None the Wiser? (04:15)
I'm impervious,
this subservience demeans a mental gait.
It' insensible,
just be digestible and tether down that rage.
No ignoramus (or) sufferer for art.
big windows smudged so play a part!
Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?
Not in deep for a dress to impress,
won't go tired on vast space to defend.
Not in deep for a dress to impress,
won't go tired on vast space to defend.
If maturity wipes the slate carefree,
keep me infantile.
Major humane drop to the comfort zone.
Smooth earth now to ride.
Hereafter believable - legitimate.
A model of transparency - freeze up my gaps.
Since when did we discard perception as the years went flashing by?
Will characterless enigmas brake the degenerative slide?
Self-harming on the climb to my box.
The cancer's not eating -
others holes it has clogged.
Time is a climb
dragging your chains,
One-way parade.
Glued to the rail,
fixed on a tail.
Side-step barred.
Jump with no push,
not to devoid void
but aching places
10 Incendiary Incoming (03:07)
Spurned my own motives.
Can I vacate these premises?
Siphoned off,
Sealed my walls.
Strike a light then screw the vice.
Callouses that keep my peace - blemished blissfully,
torched off in a fiery sea,
defiled first degree.
Searching flames darkens embrace.
And lost crimes laid raw and bare,
guarded eyes with intruded glare.
Incendiary incoming
Picking out thoughts like carrion,
cannot put the finger on.
Un-brotherly love sears
worse than those unknown.
Shards of spite cut lines of sight.
And lost crimes laid raw and bare,
guarded eyes with intruded glare.
Incendiary incoming
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