Pyogenesis
Unpop

THE REVIEW

I'll get straight to the point: this auditory garbage, because it really is musical rubbish, represents the downhill turning point for me of the record label Nuclear Blast. The German label, along with the English Earache Records, started a true sonic revolution for heavy metal since the late eighties. Thanks to its meticulous production work for at least a decade, it brought to the market bands of the caliber of Dismember, Hypocrisy, Sinister, Brutality, Benediction, Pungent Stench... and I'll stop here because I could go on forever.

And it was Nuclear Blast that discovered fellow countrymen Pyogenesis in the early nineties; a band that started with belligerent intentions thanks in particular to their first album "Sweet X-Rated Nothings", a highly valid auditory compendium capable of integrating Dark-Wave sounds with a stylistic approach based on a canonical and expressive Gothic-Doom that was so much in vogue in the nineties. Unfortunately, I have to talk to you about "Unpop", released in 1997, and the stylistic shift of Pyogenesis; a shift I still can't understand and found terrifying (to remain in terms of decency).

The cover image is censurable, already capable of highlighting the band's shift towards more commercial, catchy sounds; completely abandoning Metal, although in some very rare moments the guitars can still roar. But it's not enough to save a work composed of about fifteen tracks mostly (and fortunately, I add, given the absolute meagerness of the sound) of short duration.

Take the worst Pop-Punk of Green Day, add a good dose of tackiness and sugary, carefree, tedious choruses. But it doesn't end here because there's even room for a kind of Alternative Rock à la Foo Fighters to which an execution "disinterest" is added that makes you shiver. I take, practically at random, a single track to support what I've written: it's "Get Up" and its one hundred and forty seconds. Try listening to them, courage, you can do it—it's more or less two and a half minutes, and I'm sure that when the aforementioned choruses start, you'll feel like running to the bathroom: hence leave the door open and the toilet seat well-spread. Unfortunately, we're only at the second track and there are still thirteen more; but just forget it. Trust GG the bad!!! (I've spent so much time in the bathroom because of these scoundrels...).

With the subsequent work, they even managed to do worse; but that's a whole other story that maybe one day I'll tell you, or maybe not.

And to think that at the beginning of their career they were called Immortal Hate.

Diabolos Rising 666.