Vincebus Eruptum

Some bands are better left in the void, floating aimlessly about quite like the music that they churn out. I had uncovered Vincebus Eruptum in the used cd boxes in an local record store. Somehow I had figured (from the rather plain cover and the childish lyrics/song titles) that they where not too .

I had only heard black/grind once before (I had heard Possession Demonic's demo and I quite liked what hymns they had put forth) but this is a disgrace to what I considered to be a most interesting genre. I can't stand minimalism, mostly because the song structure used more than half the time is so amateurish it's rather agonizing to listen to.

How does this pertain to the current subject? In every way, every fucking way. The first song represents what I (or any other hapless individual who unfortunately purchased this) be in store for the rest of the album: one riff per song with perhaps a slight veneration of the riff ONCE, not at least once, just once period; a vocalist that uses the same monotone scream every single second he is audible, which is nearly every second save perhaps an introduction to a song or an ending. The bass does make an appearance in what I could consider to be the one and only highlight on the album, which is the beginning of "Drug Orgy". But when I say highlight I'm being generous, more so than what is needed.

The drummer is most likely the most talented out of the rest, but that isn't saying much. His performance here is still pitiful, he only out preforms a 3rd rate drum machine programmed by a lobotomy patient. Venom aside this album is better left to the worms as are it's subsequent creators.

If you seek black/grind played and composed by children still in preschool look no further, as for everyone else; just pass this by should you ever come by it in a record store.
Highlights: Watching it burn in the fire pit.