Putrescence
Dawn of the Necrofecalizer
5.4
Man, another train wreck CD. I’m not talking about the content itself really, well, maybe partially. Death-ish grindcore has its place, I suppose, and at this point it’s easy to tell the bands that really have something cool or unique to offer from bands who prefer throwing out the punchline before they even start telling the joke. This is a point of contention with me, because even those of us who have a warped sense of humor get to a point where we just want to say ‘dude, grow up a little’. If you do want to be clever and demented, at least try to keep your head a notch or two above 6th grade toilet humor if you’re a musician over the age of 19. Seriously, and if not, at least make the music sound killer.
I’d love to say Dawn Of The Necrofecalizer by Putrescence is a work of depraved, revolting genius, but it isn’t, Hell, I wouldn’t even mind saying it’s a solid and kick-ass disc, but it isn’t. You, dear reader, have already heard virtually every riff on this album before in better songs, by better bands. This could present a momentary dilemma since all of these riffs you and I have all heard before are pretty good for what they are; grinding, sawblade walls of jagged, deathly rhythm, with a touch of sludge. There really isn’t a tune on here that doesn’t have an air of familiarity to it, and not because it’s catchy, even though there are plenty of hooks and barbs. It could use a sharpening, though.
I was hoping the vox would pull things out a little bit and make things interesting, but nope, it ain’t happening. Even though understanding five words between 13 tracks is a pretty good average, the vocals here are actually a little tame by deathgrind standards. The high screaming parts sound rather comical, I’m uncertain if they’re intentionally humorous or not, and the low-end grunts and belches are a little formulaic and muffled in the uneven production. It was a bit of a chore to sit through this more than a few times, just because the material was so uneventful and recycled.
This review is boring, this disc is too, and a little more originality would have gone a long way on this release, or in this case, it would have been a start. It’s hard to talk about something that doesn’t give you much to talk about, so unless your stockpile is a little low, choose your purchase wisely. It’s nothing I’d buy, but we all have our passions.
