Sburtality
Self Titled (Demo '08)
6.1
Q: How many years does it take five Italians to screw in a Death Metal? A: Sburtality.
What?!? That doesn't make any sense?!?! Well, I've had to say that "S" word out loud a couple of times now, and pronouncing that god-fucking-awful band name makes my mouth feel like it's taking a shit, so as far as I'm concerned, it gets to mean whatever I want it to mean. And today Sburtality means ten years, as in, it has taken ten years for this gnarly quintet to release a five-song demo. Believe me, I would've loved to have said that these twenty minutes were the sonic equivalent of a decade long pent-up aggression winding up its awesome arm to punch and pulverize, but.... Nope. Not really. It has adolescent strength. Think of the younger trailer-trash hunger of an early 90's Deicide meeting a somewhat thrashier, Exhorderly conduct. I know.... Sounds genius, right? Well, only about as genius as a burning inverted cross to the forehead, which translates to dumb street smarts, which translates even further to groove-laden middle school DM, played with all the ferocity of a ham-fist pounding pavement and then made slightly less serious and slightly more hilarious through its song-titles ("Black Troops", "Trendkills", "Your Pain"). I have no idea what this dude is growling about, but if these titles are clues, then I'm closing the case on 'em. Whatever. The Metal speaks for itself and that's how it should be. It's solid, fairly zipped up, probably pretty rad when you're shitcanned, but expendable nonetheless. So, decide for yourself. Drunk-type your way onto their MySpace page and make amici.
