Infanticious Monstrosities

Destination apparently didn't matter. Since Carcass's influences carried its heavy weight and eventually landed in Brazil somewhere planting its death-grind seed. Like Carcass, bands have used cryptic or obscure meanings in their music. Using Latin phrases and words that you might need to look up has been a hit. Probably making sure your favorite new band isn't telling their fans to go screw themselves in some archaic language. In Rotting Flesh's case the words are less severe here compared to their next output and yet are just as precise in their form of gruesomeness. Get a current volume of Gray's Anatomy at your local medical library, don't forget to perform a Mucouteral Maceration on the clerk, and we're ready to go.

The music doesn't waste its time with an intro. And little time with a slow 25 second build up to explode into full charged energy. Rotting Flesh has shifting blasted sections with mid thrashy and slow chugging parts that could potentially make you lose bowel control and consider wearing an adult diaper.

The loudest aspect of the mix is the deep, rupturing growled vocals. The guitars/bass and drums respectively stand back a pace. Like the gawkers at a crime scene, and only help perpetuate the chaotic and emotional situation. He has a quick bass-like emphasis with a touch of phlegm at the back of his throat. There are moments where it doesn't sound like any words, just a nasty roared hiss to extend a section or upstart one. Sort of like flicking on and off your noisy garbage disposal. It actually can appear like he frequently says "diiiieeee" throughout the recording too. The guitars wouldn't be much if they didn't have the bass tone-knob completely maxed out, except there's a scratchy, buzzy tone to it that's noticeable when he speed picks as well. His style combines slow down-strummed single notes and chords with slow chugged sections. To further extend into simplistic blazing tremolo styled riffs. There is only one solo, which might not be expected on the last track. It displays a reverb saturated double picked combination of notes and seems there more so for effect. The bass might be the guitars and the guitars sound like the bass. They appear to be a merged effort of titanic-like, sloppy repulsion. Along with the drummer missing fills like his drums were mirages, and eventually hitting something in the process. The recordings here are an epitome of fitting clumsiness: with cramping, unleveled blasts and primitive tom and snare rolls.

In the emerging 90s, Brazil was building itself up with bigger death metal oriented bands, and also at the beginning stages of a growing black metal concentration that's more akin to second wave. Whether Rotting Flesh would of achieved a better status in Europe or North America, there was only a short amount of material to even do so. Judging from the way these guys play I'm sure they didn't care, except to be against the grain and freak-out some jolly-do-good person who probably lives a sheltered existence and whistles sweet melodies until... The music uses a dirty death metal sound with grind elements. These have song titles that might as well be Chinese to the everyday Brazilian. The music goes for a brute, barbaric approach that has a few likeable riffs beneath the muck. Back in '93, I think this just missed its mark and by now looks like a basic, if not flawed, but still somewhat entertaining delivery due to it still being in its 'innocent' death-grind stages: drum-machine-less, laugh-out-loud-less, and if that's a pitch-shifter it is to a minimum.