The artwork looked so appalling that I simply had to buy this one. Appalling, not so much because of the (yawn) blasphemous concept for the cover, but the terrible quality of the illustration. Hell, I knew what I was buying into but that was half the fun....or so I thought?
Some of the track titles did offer a small amount of hope. Though, now looking back in hindsight, I was simply adding even more fuel to the fire. It seems Your Guts On Rye was not about the quaint cinque port in East Sussex and Woman Hurt In Bizarre Exorcism wasn't a helpful health and safety message, I'm not sure what Daly City Crackhouse was about, maybe dodgy external wall rendering?
The CD arrived with a sticker proclaiming "a brutal concoction of primal sludge tempered with bursts of speedcore fury" - I was in deeper than I had even realised.
So, musically it is all clank, clank, rattle, rattle, grind, bass, growl, fuzz, scream.....pause....... clank, clank, rattle, rattle, grind, bass, growl, fuzz, scream. There was an awkward and ill-advised "let's be Rage Against The Machine" rap moment but mostly it is the same old formula, including the essential scattering of expletives. Lyrically there's not much to offer either, I was slightly amused by Your Guts On Rye having the words "Second bloody verse, we're having dinner in a hearse, grind up the bloody pulp mess of the heathen scumling f***ing a dead nurse". That gives you an idea of what this album is about. The final track Zero Sky does offer a slightly more gentle and thoughtful ending but then spoils it all with a lazy fade out.
If Old Grandad still exist then they can rest assured that this album is only really suitable for fans of speedcore and from their point of view that's probably a job well done.
Top Tracks: Woman Hurt In Bizarre Exorcism, Relatively Far From The Equator
Verdict: Fail - supports the case for euthanasia
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