Rating: 7.8

Country: Canada

Release Date: 2007

Record Label: Power it Up

Track list:
01. Stench Of Vomit Vomit Of Stench
02. Kill Yourself Shit Your Pants
03. Face Unfastened And Rendered Into Emulsion By Claw Hammer
04. Faster Blunt Trauma Kill Kill
05. Blowtorched To Conceal Identity
06. Compulsive Defecation Into The Larynxs Of The Recently Mutilated
07. Head Crushed By Partially Severed Extremities Seeping With Viral
08. Grotesque Instance Of Obscene Protoplasmic Devastation
09. Total Fucking Absence Of Brain Matter
10. The Black Out Drunk Psychotic Voices Inside My Head
11. Green Hell (Misfits cover)
12. Drilling Through Timpanic Membrane With A Corkskrew (Live)
13. 245 Trioxin (Live)
14. Dawn Of The Necrofecalizer (Live)
15. Self Strangulation In A Locked Refrigerator/Detrunked Wizard Pt 2
(Live)

Band Website: Putrescence

Putrescence - Fatal White Pustules upon Septic Organs

Soiled Depends (Mike) - Vocals
Necromagnon (Shaun Thomas) - Bass
Dark Lord Skullbong (Corey Thomas) - Drums
Colostomy Bag Darrel (Dennis Charles Mott) - Vocals, Guitars
Grimmgore (Jean-Louis Wittinger) - Guitar

The vividly titled Fatal White Pustules upon Septic Organs is the latest release from this prolific Canadian Death/Goregrind act, and it's certainly a smelly gust of pleasantly fetid air! All the Putrescence completists amongst you should be delighted to discover that the disc doubles as a kind o' mini-rarities compilation as well, seein' as it also contains an out-take from their split with Embalming Theatre, along with four live tracks recorded at Manitoba Metalfest last year.

The guitars exude repulsive stench-riffs from every vermin-teemin' hole, whilst the percussive accompaniment sprays feculent blasts all over the place, the rotten steamin' heap encircled by hordes o' plump bluebottles, each of which flitter you in the face with some extremely virulent snarls indeed. The songs are a very good example of total audio filth; the grime-plastered guitarwork is full of palm-muted grooves that tug at the greyish bit inside your cranium, it's a stream o' fuzz-driven, feedback drenched string-terror that combines clenched, groovy progressions with high-speed, dissonant shredment, as well as crushin' yer noggin with palm-muted mindlessness whilst clawin' at yer face usin' off-key shards o' chord-mangle. To add a few more hues, there's sparingly applied leadwork, which involves cuttin' thru the grubby mess with scythin' mini-solos and piercin' pinchin'. The drummin' adds much dirty ensplatterment, what with its highly frequent snare-abuse and dexterously executed fills, and its heavy use of extremely bright, splashy cymbalwork, which does well to add colour to the blastulated drumbulk. Executed without any obtrusive use of pitchshifters, the vokillisations that narrate this hideous production are a more organic interpretation o' the classick Goregrind duet, delivered via hoarse guttural bellows alongside o' bile-sodden squawks, sometimes eruptin' simultaneously to allow heinous harmonization. The songwriting and delivery of their material has a very loose and chaotic overall feel, which adds armfuls of charm to the thing, as well as givin' it a highly intoxicated, Goregrind BBQ friendly vibe.

The feral, basement Goregrind edge and drunken morgue technician style o' this has me likenin' it to dusty stuff (other than the first two Carcass albums) like Necrology by General Surgery, rotted together with bits o' Dead Infection, some Hideous Mangleus, a splash o' Dahmer, an eyeful o' very old Abscess, perhaps even Pathologist and a blob o' vintage Haemorrhage too. Their cavernous atmosphere and resultin' morgue quality reminds me of pathological Brazilian splatter Goregrind like Feculent Goretomb, Neurovisceral Exhumation and maybe older stuff like Rottin' Flesh. In addition, you'll also hear lots o' that goreified-Nasum style you can hear in later Regurgitate works, particularly Deviant. The lyrical content shares a characteristic or two with the violent, pathological fun of RGTE, as well as Last Days o' Humanity.

The production is ideal! The detuned, discordant guitar sound is embellished with filth, scratch 'n' fizz, which helps it to graze further flesh off of yer forehead, whilst the drums have a clankin', clatterin' sound, which allows them to thump away at the exposed skull. The vox are very rough round the edges, which further exacerbates the raucous sound o' the screams whilst also bringin' plenty o' grubby scruffiness to the growls. When you put it together with enough reverb, you get the ominous, derelict operating theatre sound, complete with bits o' dried up guts and unsettlin' bits and bobs preserved in jars. I can imagine listenin' to this kind o' stuff at a Grind festival like Obscene Extreme thru some speakers in the refreshments tent, with my head swimmin', face-down on the table in a beerified, goulashy pool.

May 15th, 2008