Imagine putting Symphonies of
Sickness, Necroticism and Heartwork by Carcass into
a car crusher together and that sound is Impaled. Having a lot to
live up to since the excellent Death After Life (2005), the
Californians have managed to use these influences with a sprinkle of
Slaughter of the Soul to create something dangerous and alive.
This recipe has spawned a groove-ridden goretastic riff-fest that
uses its Carcass influences well to create something altogether
original.
Okay, step one. Banned artwork
featuring blindfolded victim with entire collection internal organs
piled up having being removed via the mouth. Check. Stage two?
Military/medical aesthetics. Check. Stage three. Song titles
including gory puns on everyday phrases? See “Sickness is Health”
“Torture of Duty” and “All Gut, No Glory” (the latter of
which has an unbelievably awesome down tempo gore-groove). Stage
four? Sickness, epidemic, gory results and military medical
experiments. Check!
The duration of this album has lots of
gruesome leads, heavy chugging and appropriate blasting make a
salacious concoction. Some of the grind has been replaced with
thrashier riffs and some bluesy licks a la Amott’s work on
Heartwork. It is a true show of stamina resolve and ingenuity
that Impaled have made four heavily Carcass influenced albums and
keeping each one independent and robust.
The Last Gasp strikes gold with
every track, equalling the achievements of last album, 2005’s Death
After Life. Each and every song bores its way into your head and
they will refuse to leave. Impaled have just reiterated why their
discography is so highly revered, and if you want my advice, try to
catch them on tour with Origin in the U.K. for an unmissable show.
(Tom – only applies now if you have a time machine!)
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