Rating: 7.7
Country: USA
Release Date: 2006
Record Label: Unmatched Brutality Records
Track list:
1. Razorized Ball Gag
2. Larva Masturbation
3. Coprophilic Asphyxia
4. Gluttonous Portions of Intestinal Seepage
5. Torturous Impregnation by Fecalized Insemination
6. Fecal Stuffed Fuck Stumps
7. Reek of Pubescent Despoilment
8. Gurgling my Seminal Filth
9. Feminine Skin Suit
10. Adultration
11. Sculpting Fragments of Mangled Cunt
Band Website: Guttural Secrete
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Guttural Secrete - Reek of Pubescent Despoilment
Mike Fitzgerald - Drums
Blue Jensen - Vocals, Guitar
Randy - Guitar
Lately Unmatched Brutality has managed to put out a couple of releases that are worth hearing. Infected Malignity has off beat melodies on their album ‘The Malignity Born From Despair' (review), Brodequin is ultra broootal on ‘Methods of Execution', although I wish they would fix their porous production (Yeah I know it ain't Madonna, but that ain't a good excuse, Mr. Mike Bailey.), and Liturgy is ruthless. Amid these acts is Guttural Secrete, a band out of Las Vegas, Nevada who dropped the EP entitled ‘Artistic Creation with Cranial Stumps' on the world back in 2004. I scored the EP with a nonchalant attitude and was extremely happy to find that it was worth my dead presidents, in that it was filled with well thought out riffs, rhythms, and slams. My hope was that they would follow up their EP in 2005, but when 2006 rolled around, I gave up hope as I rationalized that I might be seeing Blue Jensen or one of the other members on ESPN playing poker. Then on the 62 nd anniversary of D-Day, I was rewarded for my patience when I saw Guttural Secrete had put out their latest effort called ‘Reek of Pubescent Despoilment'. I ordered the album with almost as much enthusiasm as a jarhead spending a homoerotic evening alone cleaning his gun aptly named "Candy" while sipping Wild Turkey. Besides, Guttural Secrete is near perfect music to accompany atrocity, mayhem, suicide, sodomy, and murder, but eager reader you will learn that before this review is done.
Slamming Brutal Metal is a sub-genre the size of a Cessna airplane that is in jeopardy of crashing itself into a mountain face. I never got into the trend, but I do find a few bands that fall into the bracket to be a fun listen. Actually, I take that last sentence back. I rather like Aversion to Life, about 5 songs by Devourment, and I enjoy Abysmal Torment, although they are closer to Beheaded than they are to slam. The problem with slamming Death Metal is the invariable chug that comes after the inevitable breakdown. Usually the slamming chug is a down tuned crawl disguised from being too listless for the fact that the drums are played rapidly, especially the double kick. Slamming Death Metal bands play an opening chug (Not riffing), followed by a breakdown, then the slamming chug, a gigantic bass guitar blast, and we are back to the main chug before the song closes. Obviously, not every song is like this, and bands change it up by shuffling the pattern I just described, but if yer a real lucky son of a whore you'll even get an occasional guitar lick or semblance of melody. Now, I am not opposed to the ole slamming section of a song as long at it is not the backbone of every fucking track on an album. This is where Guttural Secrete appears.
On ‘Reek of Pubescent Despoilment', Guttural Secrete packs as much energized abhorrence as possible into each song. They do not rely on chugs or typical ostinatos to get their sound across to the ears. Instead, each song is a well-conceived monster of mach five velocities intermingled with short pit riffs, rapist drumming, and turgid vocals. Randy Thompson and Blue Jensen actually create discordant ostinatos with more chunk than a bowl of puke after a massive Carne Asada burrito and a 12 pack of warm Coors beer. Each track has a harmony over the top of a riff, some type of guitar lick, or pinched harmonics. They play in variance of speeds that all fit into the fast category of what would be found in a thesaurus whether hypersonic, or faster than a gold digger bitch gets an alimony check. The bass is another lowdown guitar played as much to support as to terrorize while the drumming blazes with the quickness of an Exxon station raising gas prices. More importantly, the drumming of Mike Fitzgerald is not a wall of triggered double bass, in that he crushes the kit with nice head bobbing patterns accompanied by molesting fills, rolls, and blast beats. Jensen fills in at vocals extremely well. He does a great job with screams, deep gurgles, and cricket growls all while giving the listener the notion that he truly does want to rape some bitch, eat her intestines, strangle her, and shit in her mouth.
Were Guttural Secrete a massive Brutal Death Metal pizza they would consist of several key ingredients cannibalized from various bands. Cryptopsy would be the maniacal time signatures found in each song. A cross between Wormed and Infected Malignity would be the bizarre melodies, Internal Suffering would embody their all out speed, Suffocation would be their displaced New York Death Metal sound, and Disgorged (USA) would provide the sheer cruelty of their vibe. Another way of discerning the Guttural Secrete resonance is to imagine a more convoluted version of Abysmal Torment, in that they mix their compositions in a style that never leaves the listener waiting for a slamming section in the song. In other words, there is no anticipation of the breakdown cause everything happens in a smooth rhythm of unrelenting mayhem that somehow makes near perfect sense. Guttural Secrete is not necessarily technical, but if one listens closely, they are going to hear all kinds of intricate riffing similar to what is heard through the muddled production on a Brodequin record. Anyway, fuck all this pretentious rhetoric contrasting what bands have a similar sound to Guttural Secrete and visa versa. Why? Well for all I know they don't sound like any bands in Metal of any genre cause they have spent their time locked in a basement listening to the ill begotten tunes of Paris Hilton, Linkin Park and The Dillinger Escape Plan while being subject to brief respites from the carnage only to endure the speeches of George W. Bush. Alternatively, they may hate Metal, but play it out of spite cause they spend all their time spinning Donnie and Marie Osmond out of self torture. Hell, whether they take their influence from Britney Fox or Morbid Angel, Guttural Secrete is fucking heavy with a pure malevolent sound that sodomizes ears beautifully.
Probably the thing I like most about Guttural Secrete is that they seem to embody the elements of Brutal Death Metal and its lyrics. What I mean by that is that one genuinely gets the idea that they really do hate women, that they enjoy sodomy, and that they definitely would kill some cunt even though the lyrical content is fictional. In this way, they remind me of Whore, therefore, there is a homicidal element to their music that entices the misanthrope within my heart. Sure, I could recommend ‘Reek of Pubescent Despoilment' as a soundtrack for such adrenaline thumping actions as weight lifting or bare knuckles brawling, but that would be bullshit. No, play this album while blowing yourself up in a crank or crystal methamphetamine lab. Turn the volume up as you cut your own throat to escape a self-made inferiority complex, or pipe the volume thru portable CD player earphones as you go on a killing spree at the local mall with an M-16 cause you hate yourself and want to project that insecurity maliciously onto other materialistic subalterns. Personally, I would like to torture Specialist James Barker, Sergeant Paul Cortez, and Private Steven Green who are the jarhead reprobates responsible for gang raping a 14-year-old Iraqi girl then killing her. Yeah, I could crank up the new Guttural Secrete to 10 and flay the skin off of Barker, cut off Cortez digits with a boning knife then cauterize the wounds with a blow torch, and Green would get a nice hot poker in his rectum for both raping and murdering that girl. Oh, I suppose I sound a tad sick, but you all know you love the dementia so stop being self-righteous little anthropocentric twits. Instead put your petty hate into some positive energy and buy Guttural Secrete' ‘Reek of Pubescent Despoilment' cause its torturous sounds will surely inspire you to bludgeon a pederast priest with a 20 pound sledge hammer.
August 20th, 2006
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