Monday, July 08, 2013

Squash Bowels: Grindcoholism (2013)

Surrender to Grindcoholism!

Review by joanismylover, the third metal attorney.

"Holy shit!" The Second . . . the listener is pounded with Squash Bowel's first full length since 2009, that's what she'll say. Especially since the release is from a band that's done splits with "Catasexual Urge Motivation" and "Cock and Ball Torture". If the utter Tastlesness of the names, song titles and cover art by most of these "artists" isn't enough of a put off, the music usually is. Or at least that's what one would expect. Maybe there is a Trap these bands like to play on the listener, hiding excellent, down-tuned, pummeling riffing over hyperblast beats without losing a sense of songcraft. Maybe The Theater of it all dissuades those of us not prone to grind and its porno sub-genres to ignore it and there's actually a whole bunch of new pornogrind records we all have to go out and get. Or maybe most of it is what it is - shit.

Squash Bowels have caught the unsuspecting in their all powering grind net. This big beast is definitely not shit. Quite the opposite. Rare indeed is a grind record this impressive, so fucking heavy yet so full of motion. Surrender to its 14 songs of 32 minute grind metal fury and you'll have Inclinations To listen to Grindcoholism again, again, and again. Short and to the point but not so short as to be silly and well, not really a "song", the absolutely inspired down-tuned riffage over powerful death growl vocals will have you Steering towards a Naked Positive Act in no time. "La Mienta" you'll scream!!!!!!!!! Squash Bowels will have no Compassions for you as they hit you again and again with riff after riff leaving a Litany of Hungry metal heads in their wake. Hungry for more, more, more of the banging of their heads in an unmitigated sea storm of a pit. Their heads kicked by boots, bodies crushed in sweaty piles, slamming into each other, submitting to Foreign Will of these Polish grind gods, Stigmatizing their career in law, all in hailing the mighty Squash Bowels. "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

You might even hear a xylophone in there.

4.5 out of 5 stars


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