And here I thought goregrind was dead and buried. I haven't heard even a half-way decent goregrind album since Skinless's Trample the Weak, and before that Impaled's Mondo Medicale. Not to say there has been a lack of content from the genre, the content is just the same as it always has been, speed, guts, and little substance. Then Exhumed released a concept album, that's right, a complete script, not just random bits of anatomic butchery, but a narrative to give it all context. Now that alone would've caught my attention, but the song-writing is the best of the genre to date. The riffs are fresh and razor-sharp chock full of motifs that carry through the course of the album, the solos cut through the dissonant tension built by the bludgeoning riffage with vigorous aplomb, and the three vocal stylings finally have the structure of different characters to fully explore their range. The story unfolds like a blood-soaked nightmare and while certainly not for everyone, those who enjoy b-movie splatter should take notice.
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