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Release Date: 2005 Record Label: Nice To Eat You Track list:
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Surgical Dissection - Disgust
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Ján Èief - Guitar |
Originatin' from Slovakia, Surgical Dissection play stout, formidable Brutal Death Metal or, to give them their self-styled sub-genre classification, Grinding Brutal Core! In the past year or so, I've afforded parts o' their discography a few idle listens and enjoyed their chunky, blast-ridden sound, so let's see what their latest full length brings to the Brootal table. As a matter o' fact, this band is not the set o' chug-chumps that many may have dismissed them as; their compositions are sleek ‘n' cohesive and their delivery is enormously tight ‘n' convincing, which does well to elevate this work above the listless chug-sluggery doled out by many of their cloddish contemporaries.
After an ominous but rather forgettable slab o' introductory murk, the band pulverized my face in by means of a track stuffed with hideous riff intertwinement, plastered with bone-powderin' clang-blast, and dominated by discomfortin' vokill snarl. The material kind o' falls ‘tween two Death Metal stools, but at the same time manages to switch between being seated upon either one of them, ‘cos it's certainly immersed in compositional brutality, but doesn't succumb to mindless slam-indulgence, and although there are a few splashes o' technical flair here ‘n' there, it doesn't set out to vex you with endless reams of squiggle. Such trusty tools as high-speed percussive terror and fast ‘n' raspin' quick-fire vokill tongue-shred feature heavily in the delivery of this butch ‘n' robust batch o' songs, which crunches your head off with thrust ‘n' punch aplenty, in turn resultin' in an extremely thick, intimidatin' atmosphere! To these sheared ears, the vokill performance is a definite highlight, expressin' the inspiring ‘n' introspective (sorry Gore fans, there'll be none of that babykillin' nor fuckin' anyone's head off here!) albeit inarticulate lyrical matter with those horripilatin' husky roars, deployed with bile ‘n' soppin' with guttural purulence all round the edges, bespatterin' me with some very caustic saliva.
As mentioned above, this is a somewhat more sophisticated approach to the Brutal Death Metal style than simply tuning down, cuppin' up and chuggin' out, so of course I can't compare any o' this to standard nursery-rhyme slam, ‘cos it has far more in common with with the more recent works of pioneering Brutal Death daddios, so imagine the last couple o' Suffo outings crossed with recent Cannibal Corpse, swirled about the place with lots o' Cryptopsy, with just a wee sprinkle o' latter-day Napalm Death. There are traces of their Slovakian brethren here ‘n' there, ‘cos a fair bit o' their piercin', barbed riff-wire brings to mind maybe Typhoid or Eternal Bleeding, whilst some of the groovier parts remind me of boys next door, Fleshless. Congruous with the aforesaid musical comparisons, the vokills emit the strong, perspiratory buttock-crevasse aroma of a certain Corpsegrinder, with haemorrhoid-entwined tassels of Frank Mullen clagnutty bathroom tissue, the vox arse given further scruffiness by the crusty flocculence of Sir Barney himself.
‘Cos it's produced to a nice high standard, Disgust is big, clear and commandin', with plenty of vokill beef and good, solid kit sound, with a skewerin' riff-gleam that helps emphasize many of the more writhing, catchier guitarparts. However, the snare and the vokills seem to be casually seated atop the mix, stiflin' the harpoon-like riff-attack a bit, and sometimes distractin' attention away from the general flow of the tune. Level aside, the vokill representation is handled proficiently, preservin' all the glottal hoarseness, oral moisture and abdominal squashment, plus a generous serving of reverb for the eructative highlights.
There they are then, a band who give a big ol' nod to the originators of a once extraordinary genre that has since been chewed-off, dumbed-down, gutturally engorged then re-re-reeeegurgitated as a choppy, vomitative sea o' chug, thus givin' all of us happy slammers a large boot up the arse and cause to join in with this salutation of said veterans. If you enjoy a fast-actin' fix o' modern-day Brutal Death Metal but pine for someone with inspirations that pre-date Devourment, then you could do far worse than payin' a visit to Surgical Dissection.
December 28th, 2007
    
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