Pestilence
Resurrection Macabre

THE REVIEW

This is my first review, and I am convinced that many will come to comment and spit on it because they will remember our colloquial disputes.
So if I had to go out in style, I preferred to do it with one of my favorite bands, to which no one could say no.

This bomb from Nepal will burn you alive and you will do nothing but suffer like beasts, but when you have fully realized what you are listening to, the nu-jazz-fusion flashes will refresh your memory from the flames you have taken.
You will be stunned and outraged because PESTILENCE are something brutal, stuff that you don't expect, or that you expect but don't stop listening to because you can't vote in the middle of the sea, where you can't drink.

The beautiful cover titled “indignant and satisfied” features tracks like "Devouring Frenzy" and "Synthetic Grotesque" starting with me aboard a chainsaw ready to enter your house and devastate your furniture and your dear parents' silverware, while you silly/surprised are cornered like Sugar Ray against Mike Tyson, do you think it's not possible? That it's anachronistic? Well, listen to "Horror Detox", it will be like discovering you threw away the number of the most attractive girl who ever cared about you.

"Hate Suicide" starts strong, immediately goes into pole position and you struggle to keep up because before you notice it's behind you, with its hammering and abominable dynamics on the sides, and here Mike Tyson reappears with his jabs to the face.
"Neuro Dissonance" is what we metalheads have, a mental problem, and we delude ourselves to overcome it with our deadly headbanging.
That is a slow ballad that is never missing on these albums, with only piano and vocal extensions of a beautiful 90-60-90 babe as if she were the most exciting Belen Rodriguez, ready to smash her Fender between your legs.
When the piano with Corona and Borriello on board catches you fully while you go up the stairs to get to Belen, maybe you'll realize it wasn't a ballad and that I wanted to joke. 

"Dehrydated II", "Resurrection Macabre" and "Hang Man" are perfect for a first date with a girl when you're in the car, and while she asks you if she loves you, you respond with bursts of growl and tortured voices telling her that she turns you on like a horse, then gauge her reaction and she gauges your arousal.
Soon done, you start acting epileptic and shouting to the music with your headbanging, so the next day you ask her friends what she thinks of you.

"Y2H" is a burst to the sky trying to destroy the moon, and I ask you to put it on when hosting your sister's or mother's friends in the dining room.
Then suddenly start yelling in the middle of all and weaving between sofas with a tennis racket imitating Patrick Uterwijk's jazz solos. Then strip down and curse at them while the music shatters the house glasses, so the next day ask your household women's friends what they think of you.

In "Sickness and Death" it is the real highlight, it flows into a belch in the glass while I will be having dinner with your parents and girlfriend on Christmas Day, and I will tell them that you are strongly gay and that I serve to meet the needs of your eager girlfriend.
In short, I have metabolized the group and I go all out - when I start fast I am fierce and like Les Claypool I don't give up and rhododendron while I aim for the chin but with Chemo Therapy we are transported to the times of the Dead Kennedys’. Crazier than ever, we improvise a thoroughly chaotic old school hardcore, stomping feet on the ground and moshing like mad possessed, this is my kingdom, where I am master and servant.

We continue with "Out of Body" and like a blacksmith I hit the chin and don't give up when rhododendron while aiming for the chin, I don't lie, I'm sincere and this review is really so, like in a boero dance "Last Souls", meaning the last souls (us) that close the pogo disco dance.
It is to us that the keys are left to close this infierno of mud and sweaty shirts, while the synchronous drum closings see us dead drunk pulling pants, shirts and throwing ourselves on the ground.
These last 3 Bonus tracks are cool stuff.

Well, this is my first de-review, so let's get cracking ….with the rhododendron!"