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REVIEWS:
For
their follow-up album, the nerdgrind mongoloids have infiltrated
the hospices armed with stretchers that are slammed at great
speeds into the patients' senile crotches, and after tossing
them onto it, shagging them to alleviate their pain and
ensuring that they die a relatively happier death. Before
Amoebic Dysentery got involved in community service, they
were enrolled in a junior school for specials from where
they had released their genre-coining album Mongoloid Metal.
It was an excursion into the mind of the retarded, playing
38 stunted yet blistering tracks of grind interspersed with
refreshing juvenile samples which made one stand up and
clap excitedly like a keyed up toy holding a pair of cymbals.
Having imperceptibly matured, they have taken measures to
prevent you from repeating that annoying act by actually
providing a huge colouring book to keep your hands busy
with your pencil, the colouring one you used before you
reached puberty. Hospice Orgy sounds like a cross between
Decomposing Serenity and Sewage Sammich, and in comparison
with their previous full length output, the sound of their
drum machine is distinctly thinner and their goofiness a
bit restrained, as though they have been asked to carry
on with their usual antics in a controlled environment under
the observation of teachers or something. Thankfully, Amoebic
Dysentery are too full of their puerile selves and therefore
do not disappoint. You still have their scampering sharp
little riffs that will slash you in places you won't even
know until it begins to bleed. These tiny, irritating yet
adorable riffs, ride like a superstar surfer on a soundboard
that is propelled by the mechanized blur-speed blasting
of their drum machine. On top of that, like a dude monkey
sitting on its shoulders, you have the snarling sounds and
phlegm-ridden noises and shrill screeches. Needless to say,
it makes for a breathtaking spectacle, one that you are
tempted to acknowledge by applauding vigorously, but then
your eyes fall on their colouring book… Amoebic Dysentery‘s
songs, as some of you might already know, are not of the
predictable humdrum-machine variety, and regularly feature
a deviation from the standard grind riffs by the brazen
incorporation of the non-metal ones, more so towards the
end of the album. And of course, you have the choicest unconventional
intros to their songs. Though not bettering the ones on
their debut (maybe because Hospice Orgy doesn't have a Apu
intro), they are indeed refreshing and elicit a few sniggers
from you, followed up by a vicious bout of coughing, and
ultimately bloody vomit. Your guardians will be delighted
to know of the presence of educative intros where you learn
of new street-smart terms like “toxic vagina” and all the
possible different names for penis, something that could
prove to be useful when asking your reluctant girlfriend
to suck 'it'. Looking at their hilarious song titles you
are about to slap your thigh, when you notice their colouring
book… While offering nothing ground-breaking in this drum
machine goregrind sub-sub-genre, this is the closest you
will get to being a kid again. Hospice Orgy permits you
to commit childish atrocities that even after being broadcast
on You Tube, wouldn't diminish your metalness. Buy, if only
for their goddamn X-rated colouring book.
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