TUMOUR - Too Short For Digestive Capacity | REVIEWS | Diabolical Conquest Webzine | Compilation album from the goregrind/cybergrind band Tumour from the Netherlands

59 songs are slapped together in no apparent order like a disgruntled submarine sandwich maker who is extremely pissed off by his customers that seem to be incapable of being satisfied with the quantity of his stuffing. So Rogore, normally the lone man behind the Tumour counter (notably having worked as a bassist in Last Days of Humanity joint), uses up all the leftover, used/unused, promo version/session, re-mixed and live songs lying with him over the last five years and packs it up on one enormous cd aptly titled Too Large For Digestive Capacity. He wants us insatiable, demanding listeners to gorge on it till our intestines burst and spray around its contents like an out of control fire hose while he laughs like a maniac and produces a couple hundred more songs by accident.

As a rule, all of Tumour's songs have to be ephemeral of nature, have an overcharged drum machine rattling violently and the gurgling sound of innumerable bubbles created exclusively by the members of the Irrepressibly Flatulent Uncles Club in full strength during their synchronised swimming session to pass off as vocals. In that, Tumour's music is not dissimilar to bands such as Urinefestival or Anal Whore. The nature of Tumour's riffs are not of particularly great importance and are given the liberty to scutter around like a little bird and pick up influences from random rancid flowers spawning in the restricted porno/cyber/gore garden. Trust me, put together and presented with usually short and entertaining intros, the final result is rather delicious. You will cling to your speakers and feast on the emanating music of Tumour like a shameless leech having no control over its appetite.

Tracks 1-5 are their most recent and I suppose are representative of the present Tumour sound. Fast and great sounding, they are overspilling with fun and excitement that is likely to stain your behaviour. Tracks 6-10 are taken from their 2001 Prepare To Putrefy release; they are much heavier and fuzzy and feel like your mom beating you on the head with a heavy pillow wrapped in an excessively starched Turkish towel. Unsurprisingly, the beats often sound similar to Carnival of Carnage (as this band is Rogore's brainchild as well), and also Rompeprop. From the next recorded material, “Amputorium Chop'off” features guest vocals from Intumescence, Kadaverficker and Malignant Tumour, but its the following long and completely insane song with random simian shouts and mad groovegrind jumping, that takes the award for being the most fun song of this part of the recording. Track 14 has a hilarious intro (literally) where you hear people laughing contagiously. My family and neighbours happened to hear this and joined me in laughing deliriously to it; that is until they heard the music. They have never spoken to me since. The next track is superb one sounding like Decomposing Serenity dancing to the bass-heavy drumbeats of Carnival of Carnage, alternated with a ridiculously jumpy part. Around the halfway mark the band pretty much hits a plateau in spite of the presence of reinvigorating and interesting tracks 28 and 29 having intros from the oldies. The next bunch of songs are raw and unrefined, sloppy even with a rustic grindcore groove resonating in them. It's around this time that additional members begin to make a regular appearance.

Generally speaking, as the album progresses the superficial cyber sheen of Tumour wears off and so does the music quality. The drum sound gets heavier and realistic. The sick bubble-bursting, too, decreases in its intensity, as if one by one the flatulent members are leaving the pool. Emphasis is shifted from the gurgles and intros to pace and riffing. At this juncture the music resembles early Amoebic Dysentery the most if you were to pick one band. A couple of live songs with too much reverb and too little crowd response that you encounter, sound like Rogore playing in his bathroom with his mirrored reflection as his only audience. There is more experimentation especially after track 38 where the songs tend to sound similar to the lo-fi seemingly Atari-influenced music of early S.M.E.S., raunchy porno-stimulated loops and sweaty tunes of Libido Airbag, and unveiled electronic sampling and warped remixes of Ahumado Granujo. The experimentation keeps getting bolder, and by the last Tumour material, which is purported to be an international project, the music becomes absolutely outrageous.

Although it is a bit inconsistent and perhaps a few experimental songs in excess of being a readily digestible product, Too Large For Digestive Capacity is an interesting and well-arranged compilation album offering ultra-gory fun to the slobbering grind fans out there. Anyway, the sheer size of this compilation will make you feel like a glutton minus the guilt of having spent your hard-earned money on it.

Tumour - Too Short For Digestive Capacity