Submandible Limphatic Muscles

From the first release till now Rotting Flesh still play death-grind. However, a stipulation is the song times were diminished. There are only a few 1 minute songs, the rest are under a minute for a total of 11 tracks; the earlier tracks added as a bonus bring out more substance though. Looking at their educated-sounding gruesome song titles and running times: the problem is by the time you pronounce the song title, the song is over. No longer will 'how many saltine crackers can you eat in a minute?' 'how many beers can you chug?' and so on, will be games of the past. The real challenge is to correctly pronounce Rotting Flesh's track times before the next song begins. Actually a real complaint is a few tracks will be so quick that the actual pause when the music stops and the next begins adds up to extra empty space of music that they could have played. I never thought it possible that a short album would lead me to add such trivial arguments.

The production improved over the first output, giving it a more distinguished mix. The vocals are still at the forefront, this time using gasping, deep growls: like his brain wants to say three things at once but can't wait for the first to come out of his lips. On a few sections there is a pitch shifter on his vocals, making them dive down into deeper regions, and can sound and reek like the insides to a vociferous, grimy septic tank. The guitars and bass are still bolstered with near subatomic levels. It literally sounds like a wall of thick bass tone, without much light peaking out from the end of the tunnel. Sometimes their deep-monotone is lost to the over-bearing sound level of the vocals. And, by now, honestly make them appear to be a typical aspect within the genre compared to the distinct guitar tone of the previous recording. The drums are heard more pronounced with the snare by far the loudest. He reaches skin-erupting blasts throughout the recordings, still with the same primitive fills and glitches. And has no shame at abusing his drum set with fills that cause pieces to weaken and eventually break.

This is a faster paced release in comparison to the output from '93. That might also explain their short ideas put to, well, a short output. The pauses in between don't help out, rather it makes it sound like a bunch of try-out ideas that they decided to record, and then never expand on. We can most likely blame the engineer though on that one. Rotting Flesh records mostly fast death-grind with abrupt spasms and a gross-out mentality. They plan on tearing down your sub-woofers with clammy hands that creep out and make you jump and squirm from disgust. This has a set tone and a near one-sided mentality in this regard, while the previous album I liked for both aspects of a few memorable riffs and sections, while this has nearly forgettable sections and no re-play value to me. If these tracks encompassed the same qualities as the earlier music, then I'd say their release with both of these together would make up for time frame. But unfortunately even when Rotting Flesh plays, they use a 'jump-out-and-say-boo' gag that can only work once without concreteness.