Necrotic Disgorgement - Documentaries of Dementia
Who amongst you is underground and undead enough to remember Ohio’s sicktacular Regurgitation? 1999’s Tales of Necrophilia LP? Ablated 002, bitch. 1996’s Conceived Through Vomit demo? I got that shit on cassette (the best a man can get). But enough bragging. If you aren’t familiar, get that ass to downloading immediately. On the topic of the present, we have Necrotic Disgorgement, a band that features the guitar team of Ben Deskins (rhythm) and Tony Tipton (lead), with Jason Trecazzi on drums — all of ex-Regurgitation fame (Trecazzi also flipping the sticks for the absolutely slamtastic Cranial Osteotomy). This is only their second full-length since forming in 2003 —one has to assume that’s due in large part to three-fifths of this lineup (rounded out by Phil Good on bass and newcummer Jimmy Javins on vocals) splitting time in Heinous Killings— but when it comes to goregantuan ultra-brutal Death Metal of the most perverse order, quality always trumps quantity. And quality pretty much sums up the Necrotic Disgorgement attack. You should have an inkling of what you’re getting with song titles like “Pincushion Pussy,” “Conceived for Incest,” “Crack Whore Compost,” “Anal Trauma,” and “Icepick Ear Sodomy.” It’s blast-happy, it’s pit-friendly, and above all, more brutal than Pain Olympics footage (Google at your own risk). Those put off by vocals of the pig squeal variety will be pleased to know that Javins features more of an intelligible, Mullenesque roar, and has a PhD in vocal patternization from Benton University. An equally engaging factor, as anyone who recalls the aforementioned Regurgitation days can attest to, is that Deskins and Tipton make actual riffs priority number one. Never content to grind away on a shapeless, low-end rumble, the duo unleash a bevy of palm-muted and tremolo-picked gems, not to mention big league solos and the occasional Thrash lick. Documentaries of Dementia might not be as instantly memorable and infectiously hook-laden as, say, Trecazzi’s other band, but it’s more than solid enough to suck in just about any UBDM fiend and not let go. If this doesn’t have you double-bass tapping your feet and breaking out that air BC Rich, you might be dead. (And if you also happen to be a crack whore near the Columbus area, that does not bode well for your corpse.)
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