Boiling Humans

This beastly demo is horrific. An undiscovered DM classic released in ‘93. It is the best demo you will ever have the privilege of listening to and it exemplifies all things utterly extreme from the golden age. What a complete package, every aspect of this release is superb so let’s dissect this one much like a perverted coroner fondling a soon to be mutilated corpse. Firstly, it was released the right way, on cassette that is, by Formaldehyde Funeral Productions. Tapes are the true bargain bin pleasure of the poor and so tapes it will be. This release did the rounds on the underground tape trading scene without the band ever selling out or signing a lucrative record deal making them undisputed Legends.

The artwork has instantly become one of my all-time favorites. Phil Yeary from Nightmare images responsible for this prize-winning masterpiece as he brings the heat. Then we kick off with the intro and as expected its worthless humans being boiled to a slow and agonizing death and such a fitting way to start the impending debauchery. Now for the main course so grow a pair and crank up the volume, I fucking dare you. Recorded deep and muffled, the rhythm guitar itself is a force to be reckoned with. Wave after wave of bludgeoning carnage. To take things OTT, the guitars are in a deep scaled tone which is best in class. All songs range from blasting to chunky slower sections. Overall a mid-paced festival of carnage awaits. Coupled with this, John Steadman barrages on the skins with frequent blast beats and varied drum patterns which intensify the assault of deadly force.

Question: Which other band from this era sounded as depraved and wretched as these barbarians?
Answer: Fucking nobody!!!!

The song titles are also ominous. Crotch cobbler, Bowel fester and Bile excretions to name but a few. Wet my murderous appetite with these crude and dreaded intentions. Then comes the production and this is one of its many standout qualities. Raw and unrefined like the lethal cocaine found in a slumlords torture chamber. This is heavy as fucking fuck. Deicide, Obituary, Suffocation - time to meet your untimely demise as this Demo singlehandedly crushes every collective output you released. The Vocals are in the honored tradition of being deep and guttural yet semi-decipherable and enraged. The dual attacks of Ed Taylor and Bret Smith evoke total chaos. This is a +30-minute sulfuric rant belched out with passion. The tension is palpable as this sermon of mockery hails the glory of all things sadistically evil.

Sound too good to be true, then get yourself a copy. We have 31:44 minutes of blasphemous degradation by a band that should have reigned supreme if this was distributed to a wider audience. The early 90's scene just doesn’t get better than this one. It’s the crowning glory of the old ways. Dark Blasphemies Records has done a great job making this one available again so support the true underground and back this label. That’s a fucking order!!!

If you worship bands like Baphomet or Accidental suicide and wished they were rawer and way more brutal then this is your shot of adrenaline. Satan commands the mosh pit with the incinerating heat this foursome bring. These 8 tracks are the highlights package. Instantly recognizable, original and crazed. True pleasure is rare, and this is a rare treasure indeed.

Buy before you die!!!!