Aborted built their career on a brand of deathgrind so intense it was the aural equivalent of their gore-soaked lyrics. Unfortunately, they started lessening the intensity (by slightly leaning towards metalcore/deathcore), to the point that Strychnine.213 was nearly as unrecognizable as the disfigured corpse on the cover.
This left Global Flatline with the possibility of becoming a flat-line in the band's career, something it avoided with a life-affirming injection of the deathgrind they were known for. With its follow-up, The Necrotic Manifesto, they really have delivered their own manifesto; it's a perfectly coiled deathgrind serpent that strikes consistently with venom topping even their 2012 offering.
A grandiose horror intro leads into "The Extirpation Agenda," a song that really does set the agenda for the remainder of the album with its torrential fusillade of percussion. "Die Verzweiflung" reins in the speed, which only makes the return to form on "Excremental Veracity" that much more gruesome, along with guttural guest vocals courtesy of Phlegeton (Wormed). While more tracks like the dynamic closer "Cenobites" would serve to diversify the endless battering more than the melancholically melodic solos already do, the balance of the album does its best Goremageddon impersonation, which is all fans wanted anyway.
For those who know the quality and savagery vocalist Sven de Caluwé and his rotating army are capable of, The Necrotic Manifesto is pleasantly unsurprising.
(Century Media)This left Global Flatline with the possibility of becoming a flat-line in the band's career, something it avoided with a life-affirming injection of the deathgrind they were known for. With its follow-up, The Necrotic Manifesto, they really have delivered their own manifesto; it's a perfectly coiled deathgrind serpent that strikes consistently with venom topping even their 2012 offering.
A grandiose horror intro leads into "The Extirpation Agenda," a song that really does set the agenda for the remainder of the album with its torrential fusillade of percussion. "Die Verzweiflung" reins in the speed, which only makes the return to form on "Excremental Veracity" that much more gruesome, along with guttural guest vocals courtesy of Phlegeton (Wormed). While more tracks like the dynamic closer "Cenobites" would serve to diversify the endless battering more than the melancholically melodic solos already do, the balance of the album does its best Goremageddon impersonation, which is all fans wanted anyway.
For those who know the quality and savagery vocalist Sven de Caluwé and his rotating army are capable of, The Necrotic Manifesto is pleasantly unsurprising.
