Cenotaph
Pseudo Verminal Cadaverium
7
The first, and most common mistake that befall fans at the gore end of the death metal spectrum is taking said scene seriously. Could one reasonably idolize such bands? On a musical level, perhaps. Lyrically, however, nothing in depth is conveyed. There is no message whatsoever. There are no influential or inspiring quotable quotes. If a band really wanted to be taken seriously, do you honestly believe that they would be singing about "Gurgling Rotten Feces" or "Entrails Ripped From A Virgin's Cunt"? Of course, 'cause these topics have such a major impact in my day to day life. Not likely! These type of songs act more as a medium to a sadistic fantasy world where you CAN get away with murder.
[Enter dream sequence] ...The following message is a paid announcement for Paradise Of Perversions... Having a bad day? Did your enemy piss you off, again? No problem! Kill that mother fucker, and get on with better things like mutilating your girlfriend's nether regions. This has been a payed advertisement by the associates of Professor Dahmer's School For Necrophiles...
SNAP OUT OF IT! Yeah, such imagery does have a certain appeal, but for this freak, it's all about the brutal tech savagery that seethes from these albums; Insane musicianship that goes far beyond the out of control stage. The kind of shit that sends you into a vicious air guitar/drumming frenzy.
Akin to Cannibal Corpse and Carcass as a sort of third cousin, Turkey's Cenotaph share more than just the same first letter in their names. Blood rooted themes are the obvious focus as they groove and grind, blast and bludgeon, through the forty minutes that is Pseudo Verminal Cadaverium, their third full-length. Vokills are grunted and gurgled like someone attempting to scream for help just after their throat had been slit. Both the deranged riffing and drum onslaught are technical and frantic, like a speed addict on a 72 hour meth binge. Sickening lyrical themes will have you grossing out all your friends for weeks on end. 'No way dude! He didn't just fuckin' say that!'
Like an axe to the back of your head, Pseudo Verminal Cadaverium pulverizes any concept of constraint , while flatlining your senses. All that will remain of you is an unrecognizable puddle of blood, sweat, and more blood. Though Cenotaph are not quite on the same level with their gore veteran influences that embody their own sound, they are sure to appeal to all you part time serial killers out there. Maybe not a must own, but surely a must hear sort of album. It pretty much boils down to this; If they were prisonmates, you can guarantee that Cannibal Corpse would be the one trading Cenotaph's ass for cigarettes. That may seem like a harsh statement, but I have a feeling that it is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about the band.
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