Ascending from the odious decay of their first LP, Cerebral Rot passes from animal to human contagion with a new more purulent virus on ‘Excretion Of Mortality’. A return of such festering decrepitude and anatomical canker as befits the true adherents of vile and sick underground Death Metal.
Soaked in the swamp of radioactive sewage, Cerebral Rot’s tumor like growth on ‘Excretion Of Mortality’ bludgeons with a hammering heaviness that few can manage or survive. A methodical focus on attaining maximum barbarism through every aspect of the production, from the meaty, dripping guitars to the immense rhythm section and Schwab’s nuclear travesty vocals, to the deceptively straightforward bludgeoning of the songs, exposes a scalpel-like cutting precision to this seemingly base display of horrid malevolence.
Before leaving Jack Endino’s Soundhouse Studio in Seattle permanently uninhabitable for the next 500 hundred years, the pungent bubbling mess they set to tape on ‘Excretion Of Mortality’ lingers there, and everywhere, like a malodorous putrescence at the crossroads of the excremental and the existential.
Soaked in the swamp of radioactive sewage, Cerebral Rot’s tumor like growth on ‘Excretion Of Mortality’ bludgeons with a hammering heaviness that few can manage or survive. A methodical focus on attaining maximum barbarism through every aspect of the production, from the meaty, dripping guitars to the immense rhythm section and Schwab’s nuclear travesty vocals, to the deceptively straightforward bludgeoning of the songs, exposes a scalpel-like cutting precision to this seemingly base display of horrid malevolence.
Before leaving Jack Endino’s Soundhouse Studio in Seattle permanently uninhabitable for the next 500 hundred years, the pungent bubbling mess they set to tape on ‘Excretion Of Mortality’ lingers there, and everywhere, like a malodorous putrescence at the crossroads of the excremental and the existential.
