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Cenotaph - Puked Genital Purulency - 95%

Daemonium_CC, December 22nd, 2017
Written based on this version: 1999, CD, Hammer Müzik

It’s a wonder how I haven’t reviewed this album yet as it’s not only legendary, but also something that I practically grew up with.

You see, Cenotaph are from Turkey. They’re from Ankara, and I’m from Istanbul, but the studio that this was recorded at is in Istanbul, and my band used to rehearse there as well. When this first came out, it was monumental, because the amount of brutal death metal bands in Turkey at that time were about zero.

And at first, even I was skeptical. How good could they be? These were the years when I was basically living off Cryptopsy ane having Nile for breakfast. I was deep into the technical side of things back then (kind of still am) and I didn’t think these home grown boys could manage to hold their own with the best of them.

I was wrong. Very wrong.

The album starts off with quite a bang. The first song, the title of which I am too lazy to write here, grooves, grinds and just pulverizes you. One of the first things to note is the sound - I am still actually kind of amazed that they were able to record this this well. Everything sounds excellent, and even with so much going on guitar and drum wise, everything is loud and clear. And the vocals. The vocals are fucking crazy. Batu is a legend in his own right - he’s the only original member of the band left at this point - but through thick and thin, he has always dug down deep and kept Cenoptah going. Love ‘em or hate ‘em, you can never take that away from them.

If I’m being completely honest, the last three tracks on here are my favorites. Especially when “Verbalized Opinions..” kicks in. Just batshit craziness from start to finish, this is one of the best tracks on here, hands down. The “hit” from the album, I’d say. Crazy guitar work, even crazier vocals, and outstanding drumming. Speaking of the drumming, I am so so happy to report that the drumming here is very creative, and not just your typical “lets just blast through this entire section who gives a fuck” nonsense. The drum patterns are carefully thought out, compliment the vocals and guitars very well. Honestly, it’s a pleasure to listen to. While not on the level of say, Flo Mounier or anything like that, it doesn’t have to be. The creativeness of the drum parts is really special on this record.

The songs have more of an experimental feel to them, I mean there are a lot of things you’ll encounter that you just weren’t expecting. Songs twist and turn like eels. The guitar changes are real, they don’t fuck around at all. This album manages to keep you on your toes at all times.

“Sickened by His Own Pathologic Fancy of Collecting Ingots of Humanial Meat” has got to have one of the best middle sections of any death metal song, period. At 1:30 shit really hits the fan, the riffing, drumming, and absolutely insane vocals will leave you gasping for air. And the band actually do take it down a notch after a while, only to come back even fiercer and more brutal, finishing the song in one of the most punishing way imaginable. Just absolutely incredible and awesome song writing, the likes of which I am starting to miss in todays metal.

To conclude, I would say definitely check this out. This is basically the Turkish version of None So Vile - it’s that good.

I also have to give a major shout out to Hammer Muzik who funded and released this back in the day on their own label. Hammer Muzik was, and still is, the metal record store in Istanbul. Whenever you walk in, still to this day, there is all sorts of filth blasting out of the stores speakers. Absolutely legendary place which has been very monumental to the metal scene over here, so it's only natural that these were the guys that released this. And thank fuck they did.

Sweet Dreams - 90%

Immune_to_Poison, November 14th, 2010

You know, there's a difference between heavy... and really fucking heavy. Heavy chops your legs off at the knees and leaves you a helpless cripple, but really fucking heavy doesn't stop there. No, really fucking heavy brings you to your knees via dislimbment, knocks all of your teeth out with a tire iron to keep you from biting, then proceeds to force its cock into your mouth and throatfuck you to asphyxiation. Cenotaph's Puked Genital Purulency falls into the latter category, being the auditory equivalent of oral rape manifested unto a toothless victim. It offers no quarter, no mercy, no pity. Welcome to the world of brutal death metal. We have such sights to show you...

"Mutilated Genitalia in Lack of Resurrection Under Effective Punch" is the first track, serving to basically unzip the album's pants and show us what kind of unholy monster we're going to be defiled by for the next 36 minutes. There's a tasteful (read: tasteless everywhere except in the realm of death metal) intro of people simultaneously laughing, screaming, and retching over atmospheric synths. Then we're beset by a bombardment of blissful brutality, careening and cavorting shamelessly, likely unaware of its own irresistible ugliness. Riffs abound, Cenotaph does not recycle their music, as every passage is constantly changing, mutating into forms as incestuously deformed as what precedes it. It is beautiful to hear, and nothing ever feels stale on this album. I can't praise the songwriting enough, because the music presented here is simply impervious to invocating boredom amongst its patrons.

The musicianship is astounding. Every performer impresses on technical levels, including the bass player, who spreads bass solos around as liberally as a whore spreads venereal blisters. The guitar player is sickeningly talented, showing no signs of trouble handling his ambitious, complexity laden riffs. Said riffs are mostly speedy and bouncy, but occasionally mix it up with chugs and gratuitous pinch harmonics for variety. The drummer plays pissed off, but with composure. I'm sure we're all aware of the difference between being pissed off, and being pissed off with composure. The drumming is unrelenting and furious while remaining intelligent. It's never dull to listen to, and the drummer never tries to get too cute with what he plays. It's perfect.

Vocally, this album is a hate crime in even the most liberal of countries. The growls, gurgles and visceral vomiting herein is so vile and maledictive towards everything good and decent that the singer should almost be ashamed of himself. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank him for effectively degrading humanity with his filth ridden retches. These are some seriously bloodthirsty growls, ubiquitously unintelligible, and no doubt unanimously unpleasant to the ears of punctilious pussies the world over. They're actually pretty unique, as I'm having trouble conjuring an adequate comparison. Well, they're good, so let's just leave it at that.

Puked Genital Purulency isn't a classic or anything, but it's essential for any self respecting brutal death metal maniac. This is the stuff that really good nightmares are made of. You know what I'm talking about, when half of you is relieved to awaken and find that you were only dreaming, while the other half is disappointed that you never got to get to the end to see if you made it through alive or not. If your "aww, I never got to finish my nightmare!" side is greater than your "thank God I was only dreaming" side, this album is for you. I'm going to make you an offer you can't refuse... buy it.