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Artist Disgorge
Title Forensick
Label Death Vomit Records
Reviewer Vinnie Apicella
Rating
Whereas Cannibal Corpse first arrived to add the extra degree of putridity to the ranks of Death Metal music, Disgorge takes to a completely other level of subhuman disgust. To try to wholly examine what makes up "Forensick" and its' originators is to not only overuse words straight from the Black Bible, but there'd have to be great deal of making up as we go along. Suffice it to say, the name and the title couldn't be a more perfect fit for what's pouring out of this festering wound disguised as... pure apocalyptic noise.

The Mexican trio known as Disgorge either set out to be the sickest, most vile band in the world, or something's gone seriously wrong with their upbringing! "Forensick" features fifteen total tracks of skull-crushing terror, differing from early Cannibal Corpse, (note Corpsegrinder appears somewhere on the disc -- somewhere around three grunts to the left of "Scid" I believe.) a logical and obvious comparison here, in that the recording's much tighter, up close and asphyxiating where as the latter had a much fuller degree of depth to their audio annihilation, lent of course to more players.

While I'd rather walk through a minefield even on my most rational day than try to interpret the meaning behind the songs let alone try to rewrite the song titles here, I'll say that there's little variation from one to the next -- in most cases blinding in speed, sometimes a slow direful death-grind for changes sake I suppose, but otherwise imagine flying in a twin-engine jet, making your final descent at which point both wings suddenly break off and you're spiraling downward heading toward certain death. well, the torture and torment you're going to feel in your remaining moments is reproduced faithfully here in this sonic blood feast known as "Forensick."

For those of the scavenger variety, if the opening round isn't enough to leave you bloodied and senseless, there are five extra bonus cuts, live and previously done 7" stuff that'll make you wanna crawl back inside the womb and give it another couple weeks before reattempting to gather what's left of your suddenly periled existence!

 


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