Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wormrot (Singapore) - Abuse (2009)
Because we better jump on the fucking grindwagon (yeah, really), I'll grace the vast interplains with another one of those pseudo-reviews of mine.
Wormrot's debut, fittingly titled "Abuse", abuses the shit out of your ea... Ah, fuck it. Listen, everything that all those other guys already said is more-or-less true. Most notable is Fitri's drumming, who's obviously something like Bruce Lee's and Chuck Norris' unbearably manly child. I tell you, right off the first track you're caught in a tom-storm yelling "Jesus Christ he's gonna kill somebody if this doesn't stop soon why is he so angry I can't even bleeeaaaarghhhhh..." Now, the rest of the band - Rasyid and Arif - had to do a pretty tough job considering the grand drumming, and they absolutely did not disappoint. There is no bass, yet the guitar roars as heavily as Teddy D. Roosevelt's animated corpse that somehow does not slouch nor smudge its dance-moves but swings the axe gracefully flowing with blastbeats like foam gushing from its wave while the yelps, screams, growls all vibrate rhythmically through lyrically unforgiving Engrish swearing at politics and the corporate machinery one grind song at a time. And, while calling them the Singaporean Insect Warfare has already become a gimmick, Wormrot is just more old-school. This does not equate to being sloppy; rather, there is a punk edge to Wormrot that Insect Warfare - according to the universal laws of Discordance Axis - gave up for a considerably more austere approach. However, what both bands provide is pure fucking relentless grindcore. It's the unmistakable grating riff & furious screaming over a snare-blast producing this extremity of feeling, music on the edge of music, a sound denying nihilism completely and utterly, grindcore, you are ballet for the angry prole, a ballerina caught on fire spinning endlessly, you are Camus' clearest thought, Sisyphus enraged headbutting the colossal existential boulder till his skull cracks open and a bloody flower blooms proclaiming the ultimate blastbeat form!
Grindcore IS love (Mediafire)
No weltschmerz, only zorn.
P.S. CD released on Scrotum Jus Records in Singapore and Relapse for the US, while the LP is on TVG Records, Germany.