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Zombified (Review: Brutal Brain Damage, Brain Soup 2012)

Brutal Brain Damage - Brain Soup

As the saying goes there is no rest for the wicked, and what a wicked and energetic bunch Brutal Brain Damage are. Gutting the bloody entrails of grindcore in a splattering reckless mess, they proceed to chuck its entrails into their boiling pot of brutal death metal, letting it simmer and hiss itself into a fetid stew of bestial disharmony. 

Their 20 track course of pungent grinding death doesn't lack for clarity with production and mixing skills that are like to cause envy, and greatly benefiting their bloodthirsty romps into the seedy underbelly of musical extremity. Each serving track is differentiated from the last through a systematic attempt to offer something structurally different from the last, a task the band deliver with fine musical finesse; a wide range of customs that see the likes of their tightly bound churns, splinters of agitation and rabid mutilations  to name but a few, harden together into offering a conscious and reflexive delivery. 

Vocals are the brutal exterior bellowing out deathly howls and impish squeals in a truly malevolent spirit, and are the means to their zombie inspired affair, with some of the screams sending shivers down the spines. If one was to remove the layer of vocals, one will find a very intricate set of moving musical cogs, guitars and drums cohesively fluctuating between the realms of death metal and grind with able-bodied fluidity. The set up of the musical components themselves aren't too vulgar, no deep downtuning or forceful riffing favouring multiform song development and decisive riffs to engage the listener, a personally preferred method of delivery to such music which gives it a nice animated spirit, or reanimated I should say. Their final track goes all Morbid Angel - Immortal Rites on your ass, a song played entirely in reverse which ends the album in an alluringly captivating way, a paradoxical placement on the listener by making it feel so wrong and so right at the same time. 

I can't say I was a fan of the choice of samples, original for sure and a nice bit of colouring to show the band don't take themselves too seriously, but listening to a zombie fart, or a cartoonish kid being hit for wanting ice cream is more stigmatic than complimentary. However on the whole Brutal Brain Damage offer a wholesome album experience especially for those inclined to the niche. 

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Exactly What It Says On the Tin (Review: Raw Decimating Brutality, Obra Ó Diabo!!! 2011)

Ok before the review starts lets do a quick little test; If I said the name Raw Decimating Brutality gives it all away from the get go, and you proceeded to understand what I mean please continue to passage a, those still in the dark just skip a and jump to section b.

a) Come on I think the only way Raw Decimating Brutality  could of confessed more clearly their love of punishing audio trauma was if they proceeded to televise worldwide the beating of some morally bent, spineless good only for their own selfish and greed orientated agenda annoying Wall Street representative (take your pick) with well timed and focused frames of their band t-shirts and perhaps a band banner in the background (Do I smell a hint of a really cool contemporary music video idea in the works? Hmm).

The warning label name aside, Raw Decimating Brutality's play style fits in very much with the recent wave of engorging Iberian acts that tightly weave up Terrorizer/Repulsion/Early ND and pals retrogrind wholesomeness into something more fresh and melodious. The charm of it all induced through clocking up tightly framed catchy metal and punk guitar passages against an incompressible foul vocal rumble all of which benefiting from the sophisticated head banging inducing percussive militancy.

From the bottom up, the most evident loyalty to any particular framework would most certainly lean very heavily to the general approach popularised by neighbours Nashgul, but rather than dedicate an album to the reanimation of human cadavers possessed with an insatiable need for human flesh, they dedicate the album as a sniggering apology to "all the construction sites we've ravaged in our childhood", given the calibre of musical delight (in a brutal nose breaking fashion) on the behalf of the construction industry an apology is accepted providing any such ravagings did not formulate some Al-Qaeda training program.

Although lacking the same amount of kick in hell bent factor pounded out by Nashgul there is a nice assortment of groove and mid paced mosh factor which draws heavy parallels with peninsula partners Looking For An Answer. With only one occurrence of deviation being the final bonus track, which I imagine to be a throwback to the bands brutal death metal daysBut hold on a minute, go back a sentence or two did I read correctly, why yes you did as it happens this release by  a Portugese band no less combines two of Spain's greatest grind exports, in a way that would really make World Downfall era Terrorizer (or as I like to call it the gold standard Terrorizer prior to its rape) proud.

Now I won't be foolish enough  to claim that they are better than LFAA or Nashgul, because quite frankly they are not, but truth be told they are not too far off the standard set by both made surprising that this is the bands first full length release. Furthermore I have been so badly tweaking for a 2011 Nashgul fix, this 20 minute low-end tonal unrelenting howl and hisses more than suffices to feed the need,

b) Place your head in the oven and proceed to turn it on, and only once being able to recite all of Newtons laws of physics may you take your head out.