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Roadside Burial / Corpsickle - Blood Binge / Unleashed on the Deceased |
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First band of this 100%
Aussie SplitCD is ROADSIDE BURIAL, coming with a surprising cover
artwork and 8 tracks of amazing Goregrind! ROADSIDE BURIAL gets a
fucking great feeling sometimes really close to Gods of Grind CARCASS,
and sometimes closer to bands like HAEMORRHAGE or REGURGITATE, with
heavy riffs, mid tempo parts and guttural multi vokills! The use of a
drum machine here is not really a problem as it sounds almost as real
drums during the whole stuff. ROADSIDE BURIAL is a very young band,
but delivers here 8 great and intense tracks of Goregrind!!
Second half is
CORPSICKLE coming with 10 tracks of original Death Grind. For those
who know French band LEX TALIONIS, I would say CORPSICKLE is a kind of
Grind version of LEX TALIONIS first album, with some touches ŕ la
DRAIN OF IMPURITY. Made of ultra fast and repetitive drum machine,
violent and reptitive riffs, weird songs structure, guttural vocals
and a lot of intros between the tracks, CORPSICKLE plays here
something really innovative!! At last, Grindhead records delivers here
a nice release you should get as soon as possible to headbang on the
crushing Goregrind of ROADSIDE BURIAL, and to discover the surprising
CORPSICKLE half!! Nice release here again! BUY OR DIE!!!
Our partners at
Grindhead Records have just released a split cd with two bands
Corpsickle & Roadside Burial. This CD is a split with two very brutal
and uncompromising bands, Corpsickle being death metal and Roadside
Burial as gore grind band from down under. As just mentioned Roadside
Burial is uncompromising and socially orientated band from Australia
set up from the members of Volatile & Bludgeoner. It is grindcore as
we know it from Europe, no bullshit, no fake smiles; they sing and
shout about simple things in life often going wrong: sluts, meat,
beer, drugs etc. It is really an old school grindcore as I love it!
On the other hand we
have Corpsickle which is playing what they call ‘zombiefied death
metal’. It is really sick and drunken death metal releasing
frightening horror death metal anthems. On these 10 tracks band is
proving that they are fast, brutal and sick more than any other band
in Australia. Bets tracks for me are the opener “Embalmed in Gastric
Diarrohea” and “Piss drinkin’ Poofter Zombies” which nicely summers up
what this unit is all about. Drink, play death metal and have fun.
Roadside Burial and
Corpsickle are two of Australia’s sickest bands to grace a split C.D.
Roadside Burial kick off the proceedings with Blood Binge, their ode
to serial killer Ivan Milat. Containing 8 tracks of gore and slaughter
and just a plain brutal piece of profanity. Then you get the maggot
chewing, diarrhoea gargling Corpsickle, with there half of the split
Unleashed In The Deceased. These two corpses have dug themselves out
of the ground to eat any brains they can find . to make it a bit
easier to find some prey they have recorded 10 tracks that will render
the listener to a hypnotic state, so Corpsesickle can track you down
and feast on your body. Along with the brutal sickness of these two
bands there are some fantastic samples as well. But one of the best
things about this Split C.D is the credits and thank you list. As it’s
just pure Aussie piss taking (i.e fucking funny) Buy or be eaten.
90/100
Here's an ugly piece of
work from some underground musical terrorists. The first half is
Roadside Burial, aka Shane and Karkuss from Bludgeoner, indulging in
some death and goregrind not that far removed from what they do in
their other band and accompanied by that morbidly amusing photo of
Ivan Milat with a giant machine gun as a cover pic. The 'Blood Binge'
half is nine tracks of crushing, blasting brutal death metal featuring
Karkuss' impressively bowel-quaking vocals and a torrent of frantic
and violent riffs. The tracks are intercut with humourous samples and
the production makes the drum machine sound almost natural. As noted,
this is something like Bludgeoner with a twisted sense of humour.
'Unleashed in the Deceased' comes courtesy of Corpsickle, another duo who are known only by the names Corpsemaster General and Zombie of Necrophilia. These guys have a serious Z-grade zombie film fixation, and some of the samples they've pulled from them are hilarious ("It's trying to eat, but it doesn't have a mouth!"). Musically, this bunch is old-school splattercore death metal. With lyrics like "They'll drink your piss/They'll fuck your date/Piss-drinking poofter zombies/Aren't your mates" ("Piss-Drinking Poofter Zombies") you know that with Corpsickle you're going to get good old-fashioned fun. It's fast and heavy and good for a chuckle. Plus, it'll still scare the crap out of your mum and her cat. This split is well worth laying your hands on. 8.2/10
This is a split CD
release from to sick ass bands. The first 8 tracks come from the
Australian band ROADSIDE BURIAL. This bastards plays some mean as hell
& raw old school Grindcore. They take all elemenst of old school Grind
& smash them into one massive ball of fury. Raw, aggressive, intense &
thgick as shit Grindcore!!!The last 10 tracks come from CORPSICKLE.
These guys play more of a Death Grind style of music. The music has
many elemenst of old school Grind with some flavoring of new school
Death Metal. The vocals are done in a mid ranged hallowed sounding
Death growl style. These are two sick insane bands that will Grind
your skull!!!
Here's a further
grime-coated release from another group of chompin' 'n' honkin',
creatures who reside within the seldom mucked-out Grindhead Records
stable. This time around, it is Roadside Burial and Corpsickle who are
supplying us with the mountain of manure, each of whom excretes
steamin' heaps of groove-laden, drum machine driven Death/Goregrind.
Seeing as the previous Grindhead outings by Halo of Knives and Sordid
injected my ears with a slobberin', double-headed disappointment, I
was a little dubious about what this split album would bring to my
somewhat cynical canals.
I must say I was pleasantly surprised by Roadside Burial to begin with; delighted with their short, snappy, scene-setting intros and the instofix immediacy of their surging Goregroove. Acting as the secure skeletal structure of each number, the riffs come across as catchy 'n' crushin' despite their adherence to simplistic, cyclical patterns, firmly riveted together by decidedly monochromatic yet undeniably concretous drum programming, which generates the clear, unambiguous changes back 'n' forth 'tween the sections of each song. The bass wraps a woolly, chunky-knit, low-frequency scarf around 'Blood Binge', adding vital warmth to its compositions. Dodgin' 'tween repulsive gurglin' snarls and guttural, abdominal gravel, the vokills provide a menacin' dimension to the sound. Whilst bereft of pitchshift, they do feature a number of other effects. Being drenched in reverb, lugged through various filters and dusted with a sprinklin' of flange, the vokills often resemble the sound of a kettle about to boil! At the risk of sounding slightly gimmicky, they manage to complement the clinical nature of the material very well, further exaggerating the cold, gunmetal timbre with their mechanical, inhuman qualities. Concerning the structural itinerary of 'Blood Binge', the songs run along rudimentary routes throughout the recording, resulting in a rigid 'n' rugged sound, delivered cohesively and with armfuls of conviction. Unfortunately, their continuously cold 'n' clinical approach becomes a little too chilly towards the last few tracks, hingin' on an interchangeable riff-inventory and a dual-speed format of chug/blast predictability, thus the songwriting method starts freezin' up the very momentum that it instigated in the first place. The production is boxy at best, further intensifying the icy nature of the clanging 'n' corrugated sound. The guitars are gelatinous with graininess, almost swallowing up the bass with its ensuing coarseness; the linear drum-prog and fx-sodden vokills encumbering the overall effect of the recorded work somewhat. While attempting to detect the influences of the band, the jaggedy Mortician scythe-logo gives itself away immediately and one can easily argue that the entire Roadside Burial range of inspirational substance begins and ends with those infamous yet lovable Gore-rogues, Rahmer and Beujard. Blunt 'n' brusque in its composition, two-dimensional 'n' Neanderthal in its technique and Prehistoric 'n' pugnacious in its performance, all 'Tician traits are present and correct within 'Blood Binge', the product coming across as a groove-turgid hybrid of 'Hacked up for Barbecue' and 'Zombie Apocalypse'. However, where those albums stride staunchly through stagnant chug-sludge, the lively vokill hues of 'Blood Binge' easily puncture the furrowed-up surface skin, supplying an additional dimension to the bubblin' sound-mire. Just a smatterin' of other acts can be identified, perhaps the callous knuckle-draggery of someone such as Splattered Cadaver or Carnivorous Vagina, along with the hoarse vokill woofery of Uterus. The resulting tipple is laced with the gargantuan groovery of, say, Squash Bowels, but sadly diluted into an 'Egoleech' flavoured Cock and Ball Torture cordial, leaving a somewhat insipid aftertaste that recalls the more plodular, uninspiring moments of Meatknife or Hymen Holocaust. Overall, Roadside Burial have penned an operative, practical and effective set of songs, most of which achieve their skull-powdering objectives. Accordingly, my final-rating biting gripe centres upon the songwriting system, which I find to be much too clinical to allow complete enjoyment of 'Blood Binge'. Just a lil' warmth here 'n' there could've worked wonders for the songs; an elaborated, flexible riff, or a couple o' memorable vokill patterns every so often would've certainly diversified the material. Seeing as similar stenches emanate from the Corpsickle kitchen, their chefs bring the same sort of flavours to the table. In the manner of Roadside Burial, the band employ well-greased, foreseeable song-structures, unyielding drum programming and a trouncin', intractable delivery, rattlin' away with gore-soaked abandon afore piling headlong into high-spirited, common-time slamulence. The rapid-fire rhythm section is often restrained to a minimal, binary arrangement, dispensed at a more measured, leisurely pace, the purpose of which being to heavily accent the judderin', and convulsive breakdowns. Whilst 'Unleashed On the Deceased' pivots upon emblematic Gore/Deathgrind motifs, the vokills that accompany them possess several personal characteristics of their very own. Coming across as more of a scornful, sneerin' snarl than a sub-human, gut-straining bark, they serve to exemplify the sinister atmosphere through menacin' chants. Given the supple texture of the vokills, the lyrical content is rendered predominantly intelligible, thus allowing one to comprehend entire verses! Effects are kept to a bare minimum, the band opting to enhance the narration only with subtle reverb. The lyrics themselves are carved deep into Gore-cheeze, bringing hackneyed horror tales of necrophilia, zombies and cannibalism. The sound production of Corpsickle echoes that of the Roadside Burial songs, exacerbating the correspondingly clankin' 'n' clinical sound with a cold, granular edge, making for another detached 'n' frosty atmosphere. As with their split-mates, it's simple to interpret the bands from whom Corpsickle draw their main inspirations. Once again, the unstoppable chugment of that much-loved burly duo permeates nigh on every note, phrase and progression of 'Unleashed On the Deceased', borrowing many an idea from the Mortician sketchbook to create this seething mass of zombiefied sound-rot. The inevitable changes from tightened drum machine rigidity to flowin', infectious breaks bear similarities to the Amoebic Dysentery career-apex, 'Mongoloid Metal'. The manner in which the some of the lyrics are recited brings to mind our putrid old friend, Steve-O, their mangled stream of consciousness style being vaguely reminiscent of the more elongated songs from the classick 'Horror of the Zombies' album by Impetigo. My summary of 'Unleashed On the Deceased' will closely resemble that of 'Blood Binge', so I may as well pull the two together into a concise 'n' conclusive sentence to round off my review. Good, but by no means essential.
Both bands on this split
CD play straight-forward gore-ridden death metal. First up is ROADSIDE
BURIAL. They offer up eight tracks of sickness. Nice, heavy guitar and
bass. My favourite song is "This Hammer Has A Date With Your
Forehead." Recommended to fans of early BRUTAL TRUTH, NAPALM DEATH,
and EXHUMED.
Next is CORPSICKLE. They make use of horror sound clips and are fond of zombies, not unlike MORTICIAN. Both of these bands will appeal to the die-hard fan of brutal, sick death metal. The only thing I didn't like was the use of a drum machine (by both bands). But I must say it was cool to get this in the mail, it truly made me feel like I was writing about Underground Metal and not something recorded just to make record sales.
Roadside Burial is a new
band, so new we're talking about months here, take note. This album
was recorded just 3 months ago and the band has been active for just
the same time before going to studio! Can you smell the fragrance of
shrinkwrap already? So we're talking about a very young band here, and
with just no pretences at all in their straight ahead grind/death
metal approach. No frills, no queers, just beer, vaginas and mangled
meat says their bios and I just feel like shaking hands with these
guys. There is nothing like rocket science recording or mind bogglin'
riffs a la Amok here (eh, no pun intended of corpse, *wink*), just
neat fast riffs with a heavy and sick crunchy guitar sound (reminds me
even of Grave!), guttural growls, and simple drum blasts that close
the picture. I find the cover art quite boring, man I am really a bit
fed up with humour, but musically this stuff works indeed. It's brutal
and fast and effective. Simple as that. Original? Nah. But who the
fuck cares? Go for a beer, now and enjoy this massacre! 7/10
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