Occult 45 – Human Abhorrence
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Hell’s Bells! Occult 45 is spanking my ear drums like I’m an old man in need of pedestrian pleasure, with a treasure trove of edible lingerie and torn stockings entitled Human Abhorrence. Quite unusual to hear a grind band with this unorthodox style. They mix a little hardcore and punk to the dizzying cacophony of blastbeats, romper-stomper mid-tempo jams and breakdowns heavy enough to break a camel’s humps. While grind bands that sound super-original like Maruta may play with prog and dissonance, Occult 45 rage and stomp like they’re hooked on meth and Lorazepam at the same time.
The songs groove occasionally and I effin love it when they do. Then, out of nowhere, the band slows down and the drummer pummels the kit some. Not much wankery here, thank Satan! A few hyperspeed licks transition into full-on blastfests that send the whole shitty club into the pit. Love it. Love it. Love it.
The riffs are totally authentic here. No Brutal Truth, Repulsion hackery on this beast. The riffs are so refreshing to hear. Grindheads will find this to be CPR for the grind scene. When the band launch into mid-tempo, there’s no way you’re not moshing to the music. If you stare at the speakers wondering what hit you, get a dumbell and smack yourself silly with it until you start slamming into the walls. The punk riffs kill. Little palm-mute hear and there, all-out hardcore chugga-chugga, and a few listens later, you’ve turned your room into the scene of a natural disaster.
Highlight track is sing-along in the shower buttfucking a beautiful stranger blissful bloodshower track, “Wizard of Gore.” Sing along like you love the devil for making this music possible.
On track six, “Succubi,” the music goes fast, then dreadfully slow, and back again. Then, it hits you. Noise, beautiful noise comes out of the speakers like a television with the volume turned up to max while a station goes off the air. Just like the defunct Human Remains’ only release Using Sickness As a Hero, the guitar acrobatics and drum abuse is top-notch and untouchable. Extreme music needs more of these fine genre-benders to raise some insanity in the moshpits. Available via Broken Limbs Recordings!