Board your windows up people, if you
haven't heard Insect Warfare's World Extermination yet: 1) why
the hell not!? And 2) its a fucking barnstormer. Originally released
back in 2007, I first heard the 'Warfare on a Burnt Alive compilation
supplied by Razorback Records in 2008 sometime, and of all the
awesome gore and grind at my fingertips, all I could focus on was the
relentless brutality of the band.
The one minute and 20 seconds of a demo
version of “Human Trafficking” was too much for me. I wasn't
going to sit there and twiddle my thumbs while Insect Warfare were ripping faces
clean off skulls, and I'm damn glad I did something about it. The
aforementioned tune and stunners like “Necessary Death” and “Self
Termination” were what awaited me when I plunged head first into
the album. What I was hearing was essentially by the book, but
somehow so refreshing and vital.
As the textbook has been written, so
shall the disciples of the mighty grind follow: the album comprises
of 20 top notch stop and go extreme metal diatribes. Build it up tear
it down, all in a matter of seconds, you know the drill by now.
Any chump with a head for speed can
make a grind album, but one that seems to make perfect sense, with
everything in the right place is a totally different matter. Each
outburst is fast, groovy and fuckin’ evil and gives you just
enough time to wrap your mind around it before the next blast
begins.
Lyrics hang towards the political and shine a flash light on the evils and squalor of human nature a la Napalm Death, Terrorizer, Nasum and Brutal Truth rather than the guts, blood and faeces of some comrades. Even the cover owns the majority of the CGI or art pretentious wankery that adorns many a sleeve out there. Old school, hand drawn, an army of cockroaches infest a decaying cityscape with the ominous figure of death lurking behind. Fantastic.
Lyrics hang towards the political and shine a flash light on the evils and squalor of human nature a la Napalm Death, Terrorizer, Nasum and Brutal Truth rather than the guts, blood and faeces of some comrades. Even the cover owns the majority of the CGI or art pretentious wankery that adorns many a sleeve out there. Old school, hand drawn, an army of cockroaches infest a decaying cityscape with the ominous figure of death lurking behind. Fantastic.
Emulating your idols old and new but
with a kick of originality, Insect Warfare have already forged a
underground fave with World Extermination, which through
proper media channels is set to be a grindcore classic.
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