Sick, stop-on-dime mobile (rhythm/tempo whiplash!), gritty, vile tummy-twisting, classic flavor death metal. This is the kind of nastiness that churned up the underground back in the heyday of extreme metal. It's a pure dosage of the old school. It's executed with viciousness and enthusiasm. Obliterating percussion, vomit-inducing guitar twistedness, porcine demonic vocals - violence reigns as music on the fringe. It says something for the extremity of this music that it has yet to find mainstream acceptance. Even the heavy shit on the radio these days isn't as brutally ugly as this. Of course, these are NICE things to say ...
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AUTHOR: Upchuck Undergrind
Upchuck Undergrind listens to a little bit of a lot of things - just note the eclecticism of his reviews. He also reads voraciously and loves movies. He is a very open-minded Episcopalian (and student of Buddhism and Hinduism) who thinks Slayer is one of the greatest metal bands. Ever. In addition to his work with Corazine - for which he has written since its inception (he is a Fishcomcollective veteran) - he also writes for DJFix.com.