'There are shitty lots of insects on earth, and so far scientist, and surely a layman or seven, has brought the number of known species, sub-species and whatnot, up to a staggering million. But, dear humanoids, estimates show the number could be as high as 60 million, which means copious amounts of work still to do for the entomologists, professional or not, and possibly some new drugs for us others to look forwards to. I of course used the most optimistic prospect to ensure a dramatic effect, but even the most pessimistic ones operate with high numbers, the lowest ranging from 6 to 10 million. And if what I’ve heard is somewhat close to the truth – what I’ve heard being there is like 6 million ants per human, which I find easy to believe – even the Chinese and their ching chong Chinaman army can go fuck themselves.
But who precisely should be the general, doing briefing, debriefing, training and shit? That’s a nagger, at least now that Lord K has put God Among Insects to rest.
Anyway, this is not über down tuned death metal, oh no, this is rabid grindcore akin to that of Kill the client, and if you happen to like them you needn’t read any more to know if you’re up for a download or not. The two of them are not like fucking clones, only those not able to break through the blur will think they sound alike, which means most, but they sure as contracting A.I.D.S if fucking around in Africa have a thing or two in common. Most importantly, the unabashed, delightful fury they both showcase.
(To balance what some might think of racist slur, I do this. Norway is a piece of crap country, inhabitated by spineless men and dirty whore women. Me being all, hermaphrodite, (crack) whore and spineless)
Insect Warfare may not be as diverse and full of surprises as the vast kingdom of bugs – perhaps even not as brutal, though of that I am uncertain – but the crazed Texans know precisely how to make lethal grind, two dimensional at it. It’s a short album, clocking in at just over 22 minutes, very fucking suitable might I add, perfect even, and so the need for variation is not grave. They could have grinded on for 22 minutes straight without shitting their legs, and still have me writing a positive review on them. Thing is, they have injected groovy, neck breaking sections into the midst of all the turmoil, and as intense as they are, they still serve as breathing holes. Like small snippets of foul air before being dragged under again.
Their skills as musicians aren’t worth an elaboration, not because they suck, you can be sure I’d nagged about it then, but because their skills are perfected to play out their hearts discontent. Perfected, which means I have very little to add this or that way. I would, however, like to inform them that it wouldn’t hurt if they made the drums a wee bit less dominant, to make the riffs easier to discern that is. No big problem, as I do fucking love you guys, but I’m obliged to be a nitpicking twat. Apart from that tiny as gorilla cock complaint I have nothing but praise for the production, as it fits the band’s approach just about perfect by being gritty, mean and powerful to the core.
Here’s more love…
Rahi, you are a fucking hero, at the very least one of the best extreme vocalists ever to have screamed, sneered and growled into a fucking microphone. You add to the album like fat do to weight, pure fucking fat, and I would sure as hell go to war with ya. Together we could fucking scream and sneer the enemy into submission. Yeah, yeah, so I ate some mushrooms earlier today.
Even if you aren’t a fan of grindcore, I urge you to at least listen to a couple of tracks. The amount of bile and anger showcased on “World extermination” is a fucking happening in itself. For those who claim to be followers of said genre, it is mandatory to both listen and like it.'