(Review: Boddicker, Mitch is the Bastard & Split with Kata Sarka 2012)

Boddicker - Mitch is the Bastard

I have certainly feasted on less, but having vigorously gnawed and chewed my way through the gristly  8 minute serving of meat and bones grindcore as served by Detroit quartet Boddicker; Mitch is the Bastard is a wholesomely satisfying dish to throw down your gullet  and whet your appetite for Grind.  There isn't anything especially spectacular about it, but nor does it have any  patent drawbacks, being a solid steam roll of Grind fixed at one trajectory: to deliver the goods, an objective delivered via burly crust punk terrain and free from any bloated theatrics or gimmicks. 

Its a pretty solid piece of grind with all its grind sensibilities in check, operating on a thick congeal sound that mopes around in bass clef territory, beckoned by equally sleazy drums and coarse tar and whiskey strained vocal hues; bonded together through common musical criminality and stringently aligned for transmitting a punk turned grind bar brawl.

Overall the release prefers marching along the mid-paced rate of bpm, frequently subsiding to drastically lower strides to create a glaring respite of tension as strings squeek, thum and generally meander around a stalled musical moment of teeth grinding, absorbing the listener into a moment similar to that just before a wild west shoot out, each party armed, time slowed to a crippling adrenaline raising, heart pounding and sweat bearing automatism as each waits for the other anxiously for the other to make the first move. The slow parts are done just right, but infrequently the mid paced moments which make up the rest of the run time can feel somewhat apathetic, casually strolling from one passage to the next forgetting the cantankerous friction that previous sections did so well to build up. All things considered this minor hiccups are negligible and short lived. 

Mitch is the Bastard  isn't likely to win any medals on the grind front, but it serves its purpose dutifully and with an astute professionalism, making it one solid and dependable release.

Boddicker / Kata Sarka

Bam! Bodicker are in!  Mitch is the Bastard was the groundwork and now the split with Kata Sarka leaps from that platform landing on a more engaging and meatier course of pulverizing force. In all fairness it didn't need much for Boddicker to break free from the upper echelons of mediocrity, but they are out now and here to punish. Ultimately the source of this upgrade is this new level of energy the band are playing at, giving more clout to their grind grappling and a consistent exertion of muscle that gets the listeners blood pumping. If bandcamp is to be believed there was a month difference between this release and their prior, a staggering level of development which likely suggests that the band had sobered up by the time they had to play these tracks assuming they were recorded in the same session, considering few bands have the resources and time to justify two seperate recording sessions in one month. Doesn't matter though, whatever it is that is responsible for this extra punch of theirs, I insist they continue it, regardless of its legality or not. 

The Kata Sarka half is a haggardly gaunt black metal frenzy, entrenched in a clandestine grim repertoire of howls and exsecting riffs and drowned drums. How it stands up to black metal is beyond me, but despite my personal tastes I did find myself enjoying this half also, atmospherically being transposed to some dark cold cavernous bastion of sin, listening to some blasphemous spews and tales of grotesquery, the reality of which I don't know since I don't have the lyrics, but imagination is a powerful tool and one easily aided by the corrupting spews of Kata Sarka. There are two songs present, each built as monuments of anguish and despair, intricately forged and stylized with deep cuts of horror and mystical intrigue. The string work is the main web weaver, spinning a vast web of black metal for the listener to get themselves tangled amongst, whilst vocals and drums fixate on invoking an unholy black sacrament to the dark forces in play. I don't usually find myself listening to black metal, so I don't know what else to say really, but a fair indicator to my sentiments towards Kata Sarka is that upon hearing their half I was eager to check out more of their material.

Man/Monster (Review: ORRÖR, Monstro Brasilis 2012)

 Lingering around the clandestine backstreet favelas between Death Metal and Grindcore with a street wise sense of the ins, the outs and the no go's is Rio de Janerio extreme music hybrid ORRÖR. Don't let the exotic native way of pronouncing horror into fooling you nor the smiling kid in the front cover, pleasantries have been left behind as the band tool up and delve head first into a Deathgrind tussle bringing methodologies of aural affliction from the band members previous experiences in grind bastards Bodhum and black metal lurkers Enterro.

All things considered I would say the release favours the haunts of death metal territory, being for the most part blastless and keener on lengthier tracks, with obvious exception to the quartet of micro songs which add a favourable disruptive dynamic to the release. The instrumentation follows this trend also playing an acute death metal angularity, but with constant disruptive shudders from the guitars breaking the connection between melodic moments a repertoire that grants the release a disposition to agitation, giving a greater depth of character that is neither bold so far as to merit high praise, but nor so trivial as to be neglected; its presence being a playful bit of carnage among a torrent of death metal.  

Compared to their peers, Monstro Brasilis can boast a very refined production values and a choice of sound set up that neatly highlights the deep shudders of death metal rumbles and its higher pitched tangents whilst conforming to the overall vibe the release marches forth.  ORRÖR might not have any big wow factors, but all things considered its a nice real solid album which I can't really raise any complaints about, a great starting point for the bands grind output and a nice well polished slab of Death metal & Grind for Brazils ever growing musical export.
  

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At War With Mankind (Review: Sufferinfuck / Mangle Split 7" 2012)

The greatest part about misanthropy is listening to the music it produces, a lot of bands emulate the hatred for one and all to give their work that extra kick, but for Sufferinfuck and Mangle that hate is wholly genuine and completely unadulterated, because no sane man can express these boiling pots of hate and disgust without having a first-hand intimate relationship with them and a lengthy degree of occupancy in the crevices of these emotional nadirs.

First up is Sufferinfuck, who having previously penned their own soundtrack to the apocalypse in what probably is one of the best releases of the year (download here) have crawled from whatever social hell they begrudgingly call home and have set about to displace that all-consuming rage into a 5 track convulsion of bestial eruptions and sonic degradations.  It’s filthy, it’s loud and surpassingly heavier than anything else out there with obvious exception to their own earlier works, a triarchy of aural punishment and scourging methodologies they push to phonic limitations ultimately consummating the connection between music and emotional expenditure in the most vicious and corrupting demeanour.  

From the hard hitting smacks of the drum kit which possess a distinct acute thud to them, the over the top lung tearing heart-beat raising screams and the ripping fanatical guitar work, which all form the crucial elements that define the distinct unruly tantrums of grind Sufferinfuck shotgun at you; they also openly fuse with one another to offer a distinct chain of musical development preventing the bold and fantastical expressions of odium from stagnating or being blunted from being pushed to their musical extremities.

Jumping from Grind to Powerviolence, but very much in the same dark vein of brooding enmity is Mangle whose primal bastardisation of Powerviolence and Sludge crashes between both sides of the shaded ravine between the two.  Each alternation between the fiery fits of rage and slow haunting throes share a slithering bleakness and down tuned pervasiveness staining the release with an agitated bluntness of character, pressing deeper as their side cycles further into its absorbing miasma.

Drawing from the forked aphotic threading from both this 7” and that with peers Meatpacker, Mangle are starting to draw many parallels with the much beloved Sex Prisoner, a comparison which carries a significant amount of sway since Sex Prisoners ST 7” is in my books the best PV 7” to date. The mirrors can be found with the guitar work and the overall aggression, but where they differ is that Mangle chokes the hardcore vitality in a thick cloud of smoke and presents itself as a much more nihilistic conjuration evidenced not only by their tenebrous sprays, but in their piercing and resentful lyrics.  Overall a differentiation of character that is equally austere, culled from the same seed of ambivalent hardcore, yet blossomed into a very different twisted gargoyle.

The release permeates revulsion with such a thick viscous ferocity and with such a staunch directional consistency, that I struggle to think of a split which offers anything half as cogent in letting my blood boil as they dredge out one damning track after another; each as potent as the last. Not only is the split the most heavy duty, hate spitting, nihilistic curtains of music extremity  that comes to mind, it delivers a quality of cacophony tempering to match. Undeniably one of the most formidable releases out there and worthy of mauling you. 

 

At War With False Noise Records

Sufferinfuck

Mangle

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Come Hell Or High Water(Review: Corporation, Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely 2012)

London's lone grind crusader Corporation has gone through a variety of stylistic skeletons: from its original form of a clotted grindcore misanthrope drenched and stumbling in brutal death metal rags to a sample riddled emulation of Napalm Death's more fervent bursts of power, however their current form of hectic and trampling grind is undeniably their best to date. 

Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutley for the most part, has much in common with its prior's, possessing a flagrant and volatile drum machine, a choicey splice of introductory samples and keeps up with the tradition of ~5 minute releases . However where it breaks away from its previous attempts is that it drops the ungodly cleave of brute musical force that weighed it down and goes completely off the hook for a pandemic frenzy of urgency and fright. This shark tank feeding frenzy of adrenaline is a layered state of affairs, high pitched screams are the primary point of discomfort, with a jarring and rabid guitar work deepening the distress, whilst a voracious ensemble of blasts beat away in a cold hearted tenor. The lyrical themes are very topical and populist in nature, ranging from a mistrust of the banking industry to the detachment of democracy and high end politics, a collection of rhetoric’s we have seen more times than we care to count, but a tried and tested formula that likely is the fuel to the schizophrenic stabs of grindcore provided.  

It's like a murder of crows fighting to death to the discordant machinations of Pig Destroyer, a highly charismatic and grabbing resonance that builds attachment not only through its unorthodox angle, but the quality of progressive material delivered too. With the shorter tracks there is somewhat of a bracing jolt from track to track which disrupts the overall flow of the release, however that aside it’s fairly solid, and a refreshing recast of grindcores projection.

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