Autopsy | ‘Puncturing The Grotesque’
Autopsy are just gas.
The thing with them is, you shouldn’t analyze it. There’s no need to think it out.
Like main man Chris Reifert told us back in Podcast #25, ‘It’s childish, but funny”. And frankly, that’s an attitude that there could be a lot more of these days.
30 years into their foetid career their death metal is still filthy. It’s still ugly. And it’s still brilliant.
Now well established as the grand old men of the genre, older and genuinely stinkier than the vast majority of the their peers, they see no reason at all to give a fuck for anything.
And that’s essentially why this latest album is just so good. It’s because its infectious.
Corpses At War
The way it careers through its punky, scuzzy, six proper songs is the absolute opposite of self conscious, styled, planned or finessed. It’s just split your skull death metal with no filter at all.
The opening blast of energy is a rollercoaster of a title track, taking Motorhead influences to the max and setting up the beer spattered tone of the whole thing. ‘The Sick Get Sicker’ has some unexpectedly swish guitar solos, drenched in wah and reverb.
Weirdly (or not) it’s main riff, if anything, reminds of Darkthrone. Then again, they’ve aged together.
For my money ‘Corpses At War’ is the absolute highlight of this album: a booming lick guitar intro with sick wails over the top fades into a militaristic drumroll, all before an irresistible bounce takes over.
‘Gorecrow’ is just a heads down banger that goes from Swedish 90’s pummel to a dark, deep brood, before the punk returns with ‘Fuck You!!!’, originally from their split with Bloodbath.
It’s simple. It’s unaffected, and its real. That’s all there is to it. Just under half an hour of power with no breaks and no filler.
So give me this over the new Morbid Angel any day.
4.6 / 5 – Earl Grey ::: 20/12/17