Slaughtercult

Exhumed aren't one of those bands who simply make music to sing about disgusting, inhumane acts of perversion and gore. They prove a point behind each song structure. They are the leaders of all that is gore, and all that is jamming slaughtering guitar riffs, sickening vocal vomit, and shrapnel shards of blastbeats into every song.

With the introduction of "Slaughtercult", the average death metal/grindcore fan should be drooling all over every inch of its contents. The passing eye will see the same old "gore filled" album cover on the front, but should really be searching into that pile of innards or the festering pool of blood. Inside of it all, you will find one hell of a demonic, savage album.

Produced by the legendary grindcore master, Mieszko Talarczyk (R.I.P.), its sheer velocity will not stop from invading your auditory canals and raping them with every second left. It's disgusting. It's vile. It'll make you want to happily puke all over the place. In other words, it's Exhumed. From the blistering "Carnal Epitaph", full of riffs slipping all over the fretboard, to the masterpiece "Forged in Fire", you will find an array of amazement ready to be swallowed. The use of psychotic solos are implemented perfectly, matching alongside the persistent blast beats, tapping, hammering, and shredding all through human flesh. In here, you'll find thrash based riffs, blended into grind format, rigid and just fucking schizophrenic.

For some reason, I find the vocals the treasure to this album. The gutturals are the most deepest noises I've ever heard that can come out of a human mouth. They reach the depths of the ocean, and bubble the flames in hell around in a putrid fashion. When not drowned in visceral growls, screams are implemented with high, ballistic, vicious force, and Matt Harvey slits the throats again, again, and keeps on cutting until there is no tomorrow.

The only problem I had with this album, was that the drumming was a little weak at times. The snare is usually lost in amongst the guitar bludgeons and vocal raping, but that doesn't take away much, as it picks up throughout as the song evolves into a bloody pile of perverted amazement.

You can never go wrong with an album like "Slaughtercult". Every song has something unique to it, whether it be that memorable chorus ("Forged in Fire - Forged In Flame - You will never FUCK AGAIN!"), to the astounding solo's of "Funeral Fuck", to the absolute rampaging guitar riffs in "Decrepit Crescendo". Exhumed really jammed the machete through the skull with this one. It's a personal favorite of mine, and probably will be one of yours as soon as you put it in the stereo.