Rating: 9.2

Country: USA

Release Date: 2006

Track list:
1.Intro
2.Angela
3.Friday the 13th part 2
4.Barbecutioner
5.They Were Warned
6.By Sword, By Pick, By Axe, Bye Bye
7.Terry Hawkins Arise
8.Slayride
9.The Island of Humongous
10.The Blood Runs in River
11.Bringing Back the Bloodshed
12.Leatherface

Total playing time 50:42

Band Website: Frightmare

Frightmare - Bringing Back The Bloodshed

Maniac Neil- Guitar, Vocals
Saw Boss- Bass, Vocals
Grisly Adams- Guitar, Vocals
Pulverizeher- Drums, Vocals

I opened my new package of 15 discs from my favorite label with the exuberance of a 14 year old peering over the pages of Hustler Magazine for the first time. Every disc and booklet was a new encounter, not unlike seeing the trashy honeys showing off their bulbous twats in various pages of a porno mag. Each disc got a new jewel box, each booklet was handled with care, and each disc listened to with lascivious delight. Two days later I got another parcel in the mail. This one contained Frightmare' ‘Bring Back the Bloodshed'. As much as I enjoyed my 15 other new discs, they may as well have been the dime a dozen gold digging ass to mouth sucking tramps found in a 1000 different genres of hardcore porn or daily life, cause they could not compare to the sheer carnage found on the new Frightmare release.

Frightmare is the genius conception of Maniac Neil from such notable bands as Blood Freak, Maniac Killer, and Lord Gore. The rest of the band is made up of members from Engorged, Lord Gore, and Sean McGrath of Ghoul does guest vocals on the track “Friday the 13th part 2”. All songs blaze in a harmony of thrashing slashing riffage, sure to make a real life psychopath like Ted Bundy smile enthusiastically from his maggot infested coffin. Elements of Terrorizer and Rigor Mortis remorselessly blister fret boards via morbid motifs. Chord progressions with a punk vibe similar to ‘How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today' era Suicidal Tendencies, mixed with ‘Crossover' period D.R.I., and Holy Terror' ‘Mind Wars' lure the listener, then castrate with catchy efficiency. Filthy-fucking-riffs are everywhere to the point of almost not making linear sense. Frightmare is insane on a pure riffage level, but they have a chaotic sound that is disgustingly horror infused in an atmosphere that can only be described as Glen Danzig era Misfits. The tone of the guitar is reminiscent of Gruesome Stuff Relish and Ghoul as it creeps into the catacombs of your most demented thoughts compelling you to bring those nefarious visages to life. This is a soundtrack for murder, and a head-bang festival more grisly than a cunt sucking off 15 guys for the pop-shot scene in a gangbang.

What makes the guitar awesome other than skilled gratuitous riffing from a warped rhythm section are the fucking melodies and solos that cascade and spiral with Iron Maiden proficiency. Check out the songs “Angela", “The Blood Runs in Rivers", and “Bringing Back the Bloodshed", for hints of 1980 - 86 era Iron Maiden. Flipped out nonsensical tremolo pumping is everywhere, inducing Jeff Hanneman and Kerry King of Slayer to grin with the soothing appeal of an arms dealer shaking hands with a Palestinian. BUT the guitar ain't all there is to 'Bring Back the Bloodshed'. The bass has a controlled rumbustious bounce that beefs up the rhythm. Simultaneously, the drums are unrelentingly fast in a style similar to something from Macabre or Cryptic Slaughter, and songs like “Slayride", and “By Sword, By Pick, By Axe, Bye Bye” prove this with hyper blasting, fills, and rolls. This sound adds to the sheer gritty appeal of the rest of the instruments giving them a healthy injection of malevolence… Fuck, when I did the air drums in my tightee whitees, my balls fell out during the double bass parts.

Making the music more recidivistic and raucous are the vocals. Imagine standing in front of a large bowl filled with vomit, mucus, and dysentery discharge. Now, grasp the bowl at its edges in your palms, then tip it to your lips, pour a nourishing portion into your mouth and swallow. After puking and diarrhea has reduced you to a mess of carbon based wastage, take a microphone and sing with all that bile nestled in the back of your throat to know exactly how the vocals sound. It's a cacophonous 4 way combination of pure gangrene that a gore soaked Lucio Fulci would love. Bands like Repulsion and Impetigo are similar with their throaty nausea, but Frightmare zealously lures you into STALKING, RAPING, KILLING, and MUTILATION!!!!

Despite the sound associations with various bands in Metal, this album is unique in its music. The psychotics in Frightmare play with a tightness that is the envy of every harlot disguised as a prom queen. Someway they have managed to incorporate a multitude of elements from their own work, shuffle it with the sounds of various bands in Metal, then invent Frightmare without repetition or plagiarism. This fact is augmented by the stellar production that is simultaneously clear and swampy. Samples and intro's are just that; samples and intros, for they do not become major parts of songs or fill a void in the middle of a track that some bands use to obscure their lack of creativity. Most paramount is the obvious verity that these guys can riff. This is an outstanding contrast to the multitude of bands in all genre's of Metal that are popping up to perform groove-aka-chugging as a replacement for their lack of originality. Exceptional too is that each song's lyrics is about a 70's or 80's horror flick, which is the golden age of gore slash cinema.

Other than Lust of Decay' ‘Purity Through Dismemberment', Frightmare' ‘Bring Back the Bloodshed' is the best disc I have gotten in any genre of music in the last 6 months. It combines elements of Thrash, Goregrind, Grindcore, and Death Metal in a fusion that is hardly ever achieved. No bad or average songs are present on the disc and each track on the album contributes to a villainously virulent album that is definitely “Must own Material.” Having been a Metal fan before most trendy opinionated fuckers were born, I gotta tell ya it takes a lot to get my old man diapers soiled, but this album is more addictive than heroin on a rich fools bank account. Save Diabolical Conquest to the favorites list of your computer and order this fucking disc up from your favorite online label. NOW!!!!