Gaza - No Absolutes in Human Suffering
Do stores not carry music anymore because everyone just downloads it for free, or does everyone download music for free because stores just don’t carry it anymore? Either way, the concept of walking into a store and buying a CD has been eradicated, unless you’re looking for some Top 40/Grammy-nominated/Disney bullshit. I tried to find this Gaza everywhere. I mean, Blackmarket’s a decent-sized indie, is it not? No fucking luck, and since I’m the last upright mammal without a PC, tablet, or 4G LTE catheter, I had to suck 37 dicks just to borrow the CD from someone who made the appropriate blood sacrifices to Amazon.com or wherever. And the album is… well… okay. The chase might’ve been slightly not worth the catch. Gaza’s sound can best be described as a whole lotta Coalesce with a little Cattle Press and the more coherent moments of Botch stirred in, then filtered through an unparalleled hatred of Christianity and the kind of angry bitterness that only being from Utah can produce. Needless to say, these guys dominate the live setting, as I’ve been fortunate enough to witness on two occasions in bars the size of a one-percenter’s guest room closet. You can cut the tension and negative energy with a spork when this band’s on the stage. But somehow it isn’t captured correctly on record, and unfortunately No Absolutes in Human Suffering doesn’t buck this trend. Gaza don’t use big hooks, big choruses, or much repetition at all, really. They treat their riffs, drones, and melodies like college town bar whores: raw dog a few times and bail. It doesn’t help that Jon Parkin patterns his absolutely tortured scream around the music… which is relatively patternless. The band does excel at launching stone-cold grimness at the listener via varying speeds —Grindy, Sludgy, Doomy, mid-tempo— with reckless abandon, but it all ends up sounding like one, long, unmemorable track. So, you’ll find yourself reaching for No Absolutes when you’re after an intense, cheerless, raw vibe to get lost in, as opposed to wanting to hear actual songs. Which is fine, unless you’re a lifelong music addict like myself who has 3000 tunes trapped in his head daily. Albums like this tend to get lost in that shuffle. Still, I’ve sucked 37 dicks for less.
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bitchslapper said:
lol shit sucks like your reviews and facebook page LOL Nice fanbase loser.Outta hang it up your writing is that of a 8th grader.Learn about music moron
admin said:
Looks like we need to dumb-down the writing from 8th grade to preschool. Maybe pre-birth.
Koji Kabuto said:
Hey “bitchslapper” maybe this is more your speed: U R gay
OnlyInDeath said:
Maybe its supposed to be a compliment? 8th grade English probably seems to him a mysterious, Shakespeare-esque realm of punctuation, capitalization and syntax
Ychoril said:
Dumbing down the English wouldn’t help. Bitchslapper is speaking in the now increasingly popular dialect of English known as “Retarded Fucknut” (or is it “Moronic Ass-Rammer”? The two are very similar and are easily confused). Trying to write a review in that would probably cause our brains to implode.
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