REVIEW FOR WHAT SHOULD BE JANUARY 25, 2004

BIRDFLESH
NIGHT OF THE ULTIMATE MOSH
RAZORBACK, 2002
 
Fucking hell, that's a lot of e-mail addresses!  I maybe make one public, but Birdflesh has to go whole hog with them!  Get it?  Hog?  Of course not.  You people are fucking illiterates.  See, the logo is a humanoid boar with an axe...forget it.
 
Anyway, Birdflesh.  The band has this strange sense of humour about it, which is fucking great as Birdflesh plays punk-influenced grindcore (which is usually never intentionally funny, even if it wants to be).  Luckily, Birdflesh's lyrics are funny on purpose, instead of in that "oh look, another pornogrind band with stupid lyrics and a homosexual fixation with penises.  Ha ha.  Ha." kind of way.  The lyrics are goregrind to the core, but the lyrical bent of Night of the Ultimate Mosh puts me purely at ease with the bandmembers' heterosexual leanings (I hope; one of the members wears a Twiggy dress.  Shudder.)
 
Good thing, too, as the lyrics are equalled by some of the best grindcore I have ever heard.  To be honest, the band is tighter than all get out and there are liberal paeans to other forms of music (in particular, Sam Fox's music is the focus of title track "Night of the Ultimate Mosh.")  Make no mistake, though, this is well-mixed, full-bodied, bass-heavy music that does what all grindcore bands set out to do but relatively few in the genre accomplish: musically rip off your head and shit down your throat.  Yeah, I could have found a better analogy but that's about as close to the truth as I can get.  Besides, I can say things like "shit down your neck" while talking about grindcore.  It makes for good lyrical content where goregrind is concerned.
 
In case you were wondering, I paid $10CDN plus shipping for this at Civilian Death Network.  I suggest you do the same, as it's more brutal than JUMPEEEEENG HIIIIIIIGH KIIIIIIICK!  That's a wrestling reference, I know.  So is "Master of Violence," but I don't make as big a deal out of it.  After all, I am Triple H and you are Pellefjant the loser.  Fucking twat.
 
RAZORBACK RECORDS
PO Box 321
Farmingville, NY 11738
USA
http://www.razorbackrecords.com/
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BIRDFLESH
Andreas Mitroulis
Pär Lagerkvist väg 1c
35243 Växjö
SWEDEN
 
Hampus Klang
Liedbergsgatan 43
35232 Växjö
SWEDEN
http://www.birdflesh.com/
[email protected]
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