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Decadence (Review: Internal Damage, Age of Violence 2012)

We all remember that scene in Casino were one unlucky Irish mobster gets his head caught in a vice, a gripping scene of cringing curiosity where brutality spears head first into the traumatic, an affinity to the ultra violent shared with musical acts such as Internal Damage, although only this time it wont be a poor bastards eyes popping but your ear drums instead.

For a band who have shared wax with Unholy Grave, I was kind of expecting Russian grind bruisers Internal Damage to be a bit more sharpish in their deliverance. The band probably have the most redundant intro track ever penned, a warm up of the drums that draws towards some newscaster mumbling or something; and the tracks themselves are quite on the husky side, gradual development and death metal ardor being omnipresent constituents to their sepulchral strides of deathly faced grind. They do hold their own however, even among longer excursions such as 4 minute 45 adulteration Downfall , the album on the whole strictly functioning at a singular rate of energy consumption, any deviation quickly snapped back into the marching order. It's not an an adventurous exploit by any means, but that doesn't detract from its enjoyability; the very core of the release itself has a dark bluntness of character that is sure to hook, and the fierce regulation of it coupled with the subtle cycles of shuffling it goes through keep the release interesting whilst preserving its orthodoxy. 

Its a thirst-quenching slant on death grind, the death metal influence rewired into the circuit board of something resembling a mishmash between Righteous Pigs and Napalm Deaths Fear, Emptiness and Despair that curdle together rather smoothly, sharing their peaks and troughs of a jagged exterior. Internal Damage aren't like to win any prizes, but between their solid footing, nice integration of influences and rangy length, The Age of Violence is a debauch moment well worth partaking in. 

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