|Review: Artery Eruption - Driving My Fist Through Her Chest|
|Driving My Fist Through Her Chest|
Label: Sevared Records
Year released: 2010
Genre: Death Metal
Review online: October 30, 2010
Reviewed by: Nahsil
for:Driving My Fist Through Her Chest
This album is bad. I don't mean uninspired or boring, per se, though there's certainly a case for those things. But rather than saying that this third effort from slam-deathers Artery Eruption fails to stand out, I contend it does exactly the opposite; Driving My Fist Through Her Chest is preposterously terrible, a fly-attracting fecal stain on the not-so-clean-in-general mattress sheet that is brutal death metal. And for that it's notable. Starting with the vocals, it's immediately obvious that something is off. The "reeeeeeee" style is nothing anyone into the genre isn't intimately familiar with, but here, they're done with attention to the hilarious. Instead of "singing," or bellowing, the vocalist SAYS "reeeeeeee." He's talking to you, the listener. His message: reeeeeeee. If caveman brutality has been achieved by bands like Devourment and fellow Texans Viral Load, Artery Eruption have stumbled on a new paradigm of stupid degeneracy, one where Jungle Rot meets brutal death metal and the resulting offspring is something you'd expect to hear being played in a basement by elementary school kids who idolize Anal Blast (and only know them because of ties to Slipknot). The mother and owner of the basement brings juice-boxes and string cheese down between "songs."
The song structure is abysmal. The production is infantile. The samples are typical, intentionally offensive crap, rape-screams and porn clips abound. The vocals, as suggested, breach the realm of "fucking lol." And so, the most surprising aspect of Artery Eruption's music is that, once in a while, out of nowhere, a pretty damn cool riff spontaneously springs up. The beginning of "D.C.D.W.N.K.C" is one example. A couple others could be mistaken for Devourment breakdowns, if the production were different. Mostly, attempts at creating those sort of moshing rhythms fall flat, but as I said, infrequently, inexplicably, a progression of notes escapes the basement that sounds actually not terrible. Now, I wouldn't recommend wading through the sewer to find these rare shafts of light, but if you're a fan of brutal death metal, and you have a thing for the ridiculous, you might just want to check this out. All others need not apply.
1 point for sporadically good riffs and the comedy factor, .5 for the out of place Tombstone sample at the beginning of "Hate, Rape, Mutilate" and the oddly atmospheric/acoustic first few minutes of "Outro."
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