Rating: 1.2

Country: France

Genre: Old School Death Metal

Record Label: Bizarre Leprous

Release Date: 2008

Track list:
1. Intro
2. It�s Time
3. Get Your Number
4. Engrave Your Name
5. Purveyor Of Hate
6. The Curse Of Trench
7. Hollow Contract
8. Black Hands
9. Day By Day
10. Waste Management

Total playing time 50:06

Band Website: Bullworth

Bullworth - Day by Day

Hertz Peter - vocals
Machintosh - guitar
Patou 2 Frais - bass
Mosquitoo Junior - drums
Michel Nejazy - guitar

Playing old school death metal like the bands of the early ‘90s and boasting of members of the excellent grind/gore act Sublime Cadaveric Decomposition and with their debut album having guest appearances from the Pro-Pain drummer and even the Grave vocalist Ola Lindgren, Bullworth sound like the best thing ever. Oh and to think that this is the first release of its kind on the revered gore/grind/brutal death label Bizarre Leprous Productions, it has to be something really fucking interesting, right?

Well, as it turns out, it's about as interesting as watching your shit decompose. This is atrocious music, the worst example of a band trying to cash in on the trend of playing old school death metal. Admittedly, they are not trying to desecrate graves or summon demons with their old school music; they are here to act cool, put on their glares and bask in the imagined glory of a time when death metal almost became commercial. Bullworth's modus operandi is playing a simplified, groovy form of old-fashioned death metal music which they think will win over just about everyone. So they take the simplest and dumbest parts of Six Feet Under, Jungle Rot, Bolt Thrower, Grave, dullify it times million and serve it to you with a smile and a wink. Some of it does sounds cool, but it is only a matter of seconds till its effect wears off. Even after procuring huge riffs, their song structures are so poorly constructed that they look like rubble from every damn angle. And so slow is their music, you feel like an impatient ant waiting for giant snail to move out of its way. Sometimes they take two to three minutes to create a build-up for their breakdowns, which more often than not are nothing more than mere dumb chugs. That is like masturbating till the penis turns all red only to climax with a miniscule droplet of semen barely moistening the tip, and even that I suppose is just the drool that fell there earlier.

Bullworth chug so much that it would put a brutal death metal band to shame. At least the chugs of that genre tend to have a fatman wobble or a hillbilly stutter to them; but in Bullworth's case, they are just bland chugs bereft of anything remotely fun, almost like a vacuum of pointlessness. Check out “Purveyor of Hate” fully living up to its name with its five minute interminable chugging to the Obituary-esque leads screaming lazily in the background. With chugs stretched thus over ridiculously long periods of time (the album's running time is 50 unendurable fucking minutes, by the way), it makes the music so boring, so tiring, you can't help but collapse on your way to shutting up your music player. That is not all; even down there on the floor your reposeful body would express anger and disgust in the form of sweat and shit. Displaced momentum, no continuity, zero involvement of the listener's attention, I wondered out of pity who would like this sanitized form of music. I thought perhaps it could be a good tool to get a non-deathmetalhead into easy groovy death metal, but realistically speaking, even that person would probably go like “What the fuck? This shit's boring as my mom yo! My nu-metal's way more fun. You suck!”

In short, this is feel-good old school death metal that actually makes you feel quite wretched. It's like a poseur juggernaut going nowhere with just its shiny silver wheel caps moving, and with that no one is really going to gasp with awe and fall before it in submission. Bottom line: Bullworth are really worth bullshit.

August 20th, 2008