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Rating: With a couple of compilations and a debut CD, Pig Destroyer has managed to create a new way of understanding grind. The blind fury of death metal mixed with the grindcore intransigence, with sudden accelerations of HC/Thrash style, all sprinkled with experimental noise inserts and dialogues that seem to be taken from horror films. And while the material proposed so far revealed certain imperfections overall, still resulting in good, with "Terrifyer" they have created their masterpiece. We are faced with the album of maturity, the one that will undoubtedly launch them into the Olympus of extreme music alongside the other two giants of the Relapse house (Nasum and Dillinger Escape Plan).
21 tracks soaked in sonic extremism that reach unknown shores for the genre (certain riffs have a vaguely black metal flavor, not to mention the sludge slowdowns that peek out in pieces like the final title track) without falling into the mistake of repeating the same song for the whole duration of the album: the variety of riffing, the impetuous drumming, tight yet never monotonous, and J.R. Hayes' barking will accompany you on a murky journey into the deepest black depths, the infamous underbellies of metropolises, populated by serial killers, rapists, and addicts. Like every respectable Pig Destroyer release, "Terrifyer" should be listened to, like most grind albums, at one go: the division into tracks is just a trick to facilitate the listener, as the tracks, taken one by one out of context, make no sense given their brevity (remember that the songs are about a minute and a half long).
Those who think grindcore is dead should prepare to change their minds by listening to this album, 32 minutes of sonic violence as hasn't been heard for a long time, a true attack on the nervous system that will severely test your auditory system. The recent "Phantom Limb" seems to have confirmed all their incredible abilities, confirming Pig Destroyer as one of the few truly valid extreme acts around along with Japanische Kampfhorspiele and Leng Tch'e, not forgetting the esteemed Napalm Death.
One of the few truly essential CDs of recent years, absolutely a must-have, and not just for those loyal to the genre.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
11 Verminess (01:16)
When she touches me it's like a rodent sifting through garbage.
But it's better than rotting away.
[CHORUS]
The dead honey bees suck on withered flowers.
'Cause they don't know, what else to do (to do).
When she kisses me, her lips are like chalk beneath empty compassion takes too much effort I suppose.
[CHORUS]
The dead honeybees suck on withered flowers. 'Cause they don't know what else to do (to do).
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