Nuclear Death
Carrion for Worm

Enough, enough, ENOUGH!

So far, you've managed to dodge it, but now there's no escape: Excreted Alive has emerged from its verminous mess and has risen in the old form of a perverse two-headed hydra. And since I haven't been heard from for months and months, I better make a lot of noise this time. Stow away your feelings (what are they, anyway?), get rid of your fawning, and grab yourself a warm lemonade: here's something for strong stomachs.

"Carrion For Worm" by Nuclear Death, mondo cazzo! Do you know what the title reminds me of? An innocuous little song that an ex of mine loved: "Chariot" by Gavin DeGraw. Have you dusted it off? Great: "Chariot" is to Slayer as Slayer is to "Carrion".

It's 1991: only one year has passed since the debut, but things haven't changed much. Same atrocious cover, same lousy recording, same themes, same outrageous titles. Sick people, very sick, these Nuclear Death from hot Arizona.

An ear-splitting cacophony; indistinct yet masterful Grindcore, enough to scare the birds. The sounds remain the same and always murky; stormy passages delivering painful lashes to the listener. Two main novelties: sweet girl Lori Bravo has decided to permanently switch to growling, and don't believe the prejudices: it's a more violent and sadistic growl than many males can boast; and the drumming of newcomer Steve Cowan is even more technical than before, capable of infusing the tracks with a variety and cohesiveness I'd call delightful. But let's not be deceived, because it all remains a dirty, raw, virulent, deadly sound. It makes your ears bleed (and not just...).

This sonic massacre sets the perfect stage for the decadent poems of shy Lori: yes, because Lori Bravo is a poet, an intellectual consumed by her own demons, and has very clear ideas about group sex (fabulous), fascism (a crap, but unfortunately inevitable), and her new musical projects (Lori Bravo Raped...). These wretched songs narrate indigestible stories, with abominable outlines: sex with dead animals (ole!), cannibalism of one's own deceased, homosexual feces fetishism, necrophilia, vampiric practices, and so on... China is near, but Hell is nearer...

5 because it's conceived and performed superbly, 5 because it recalls early Carcass and sometimes Celtic Frost, 5 for the break on the sly "Greenflies," 5 for "The Human Seed": compositional mastery.

Ideal for watching porn, if played at an adequately low volume... I cum blood...

Dark, maniacal, foul, genius... PROPOSING TO THE IMPALED...

This humble writing is dedicated by the two dirty psychotics called Gate and De Marga to their friend Pinhead, who now, (willingly or) unwillingly, knows by heart, despite himself, the life, death, and miracles of all the bands mentioned and many others... forgive us, brother, for we know not what we do...

(And try them, the Nuclear Death)