Generation of Hate

There are two sides to this album. On the one side we have the grindcore/crust tracks that are in line with what bands from the same era such as Excruciating Terror, Hemdale and Rot (Brazil) were doing back then. On the other side we have short noise grind tracks that are heavily influenced by what acts such as Meat Shits and Anal Cunt were doing. You'll probably have no problem imagining that most of these are pretty throwaway offerings, being just rumblings that are done by the time they got started.

So with that out of the way, let's talk about the music that is worth the mention. As stated, these tracks carry within them the influence of fellow grind units as the ones mentioned above, but troublemakers such as Drogheda and Nausea (LA) aren't far off either. It's not all grindcore madness though, in the alternating different vocal styles and some of the riffing the band uses I hear the influence of Disrupt and Extreme Noise Terror, giving the music a decidedly crusty edge. The band is at their best when the blastbeats go head-to-head with the frantic riffing and the growled and screamed vocals, but at times the band let go of the accelerator entirely. In these parts Dismembered Fetus forsake the raging grindcore they primarily belt out, to turn into a crawling sludge outfit. These moments have me thinking of what acts like Grief or Eyehategod turn out, and they work well among the high speed ferocity, providing some breathing space here and there. Most welcome on a 50 minute album that scores high in the intensity stakes.

While a lot of the music on here is worth the time, there is also quite some things that annoy me. Not only the noise grind tracks stated above, but there is also a lot of movie samples present, something that seldom adds anything of value in my opinion. Probably the biggest gripe I have on here is the unbalanced sound mix. The vocals and snare drum are way up front, while the guitars are pushed in the back, which makes the music as a whole sound messy and unfocused. Don't get me wrong, I can certainly appreciate an underground production, but here it diminishes the overall performance. Add to this that the band isn't always that tight in their execution, and you'll understand that it can become chaotic at times. The bad kind of chaotic.

To conclude, even if the production leaves some to be desired and not everything the band churns out is worth the attention, this album is still a pretty good (and raucous!) overview of what was on offer in the extreme hardcore underground of the early to mid 90's. Still, it has to be said that this album probably will not have a lot of merit for those outside of grind, crust or power violence circles.

Jeepers. These guys were from the same sicko noise death porn underground that brought us fun, fun guys like Anal Cunt and Meat Shits. But unlike those two waste of time bands, these dudes had riffs, chops and wrote some killer grinding death. Savage sound, ripping vocals and some mean-ass guitars make this pinata of family fun a must for all those who favor the sick side of life. And what a sleeve illustration! Just wonderful. I get the idea that these dudes were not posing, but have have truly been ill, diseased fuckers who formed a band to spread their joys to all concerned. Nihilistic and really wrong, this is one of those discs you might only listen to once, but that's okay. The apocalypse is only coming once too, and listening to this is as close as most of us will get to a front row seat at Armageddon.