Haematoma

This album needs quiet a bit of explaining. My poor score on it is no reflection I must say. This album is the slowest Pustulated release to date, and will probably remain such. As always, Pustulated always try and make albums that are not like the ones they released before. The progression is clear, and if you listen to the first one through the last one, you will see that indeed, this band goes through phases. This is their mechanical, fucked up phase. The sound of the album is intentionally sterile and dead sounding, and the tracks are played very straight and very laid back. There are hardly any blast beats at all in this album, which is quiet a shock if you have heard their previous material. So the awesome drummer they have basically is running on empty during this recording, although he still does bring very strange and interesting beats to the album. As for the guitars, nothing special what so ever. The vocals, on the other hand have their reign on this album.
This is my theory. Every album has a dominating instrument in Pustulated, for the guitars, the Copremesis split, for the drums, ‘Inherited Cryptorchidism’, and for the vocals, this one is it. He does some absolutely sick shit, earning them the title of ‘vomit reflux grind’. It is really some of the sickest vocals out there today, but aside from that not much can be said for this album. I did not like it so much, except for a couple of riffs interspersed through out all of the songs, and the mechanical feel was lost on me. If you have ever wondered what Pustulated would sound like if they were all robots, then this album is for you, I guess.

After hearing Pustulated's PATHOGNOMONIC PURULENCY MCD, the INHERITED CRYPTORCHIDISM Full Lenght and the Split with Copremesis, I had very high expectations of the new opus Pustulated would serve us. If you take furious and catchy grinding Death Metal, the crazy drumming of former Brodequin skinner Chad Walls (he did some of the best drum work ever - just check out Brodequin's INSTRUMENTS OF TORTURE) and vomiting vocals, mix it up in a blender, you get Pustulated. And that's what Pustulated STOOD FOR. But they don't do anymore. Now is really some kind of haematoma in their music.

HAEMATOMA has 7 new songs, and 5 from the Split with Copremesis. The follow up to INHERITED CRYPTORCHIDISM is...GODDAMN BORING. I never thought I would that for a band where Chad Walls plays, since he's the shit, but even a motherfucker like Chad can make a release that lacks any catchy riffs, seems to have no song structures. Just a bunch of guitar lines, drum patterns in a blender, but the one for like a few bugs you buy, andsome horrible vocals. With horrible I mean they are shit, crapy, sound like a wet fart through a mic. No, really, this release lacks anything a good, or even decent, or may it be just a regular, Death Metal band has to have - amazing song structures, catchy riffs, drums that blast, scorch and set on fire, and vocals that just don't sound like fucking shit. The singing parts can sometimes be catchy too, and singalongs, but here...nada, niente, nichts.

This is poor, but who gives a shit. And the worst comes later when they make an instrumental not even Bjork could have made better. But from track number 8 you can sigh, cause it gets a bit better, since these tracks are from the previous Split, and they will blow ya fuckin' head off. Has some Brodequin in it, actually much, but the vocals still suck, as not even Jamie Bailey would have done such cumeating vocals. The vocals sound really like cocksucking. I won't spend any more words on this release since it is really not worth anything, and the least my precious words of glorifying. I can give this release a decent 6.0, since the last 5 tracks sound like music, and it's a shame these guys didn't do any better.

Ever dig one of those thick boogers out of your nose? The kind buried in the deepest cavern of your nostril that had to be scraped from the nasal wall then rolled forward. When it is finally excavated it appears as a massive gooey molar of black dough with a droplet of snot glistening on its surface. Meanwhile the air you breathe in suddenly reeks of a scent similar to dumpster juice due to the air passing through the vacated nasal area where the booger once resided. Yeah, even pretty girls whose asshole’s frat boys dream of licking have had those types of boogers. The only thing similar to that type of sheer sickness and brutality is listening to Pustulated’ new album Haematoma.

This album is 25:57 of total bestial pounding and pillaging. Were Genghis Khan alive with modern technology he would have played Haematoma during every blood soaked battle, and with every raid of a village. Seriously, this is the kind of Brutal Death spliced with Grindcore that makes dysentery seem like a case of the runs. Yet, at the same time it has a certain hilarity to it that is unmistakable. Check out the vocals on the song “Adipocere: Sinking, Putrefaction and Re-floating.” They sound like a cross between a chipmunk and Cartman of South Park mixed with relentless burps.

Beyond the music is the drumming of Chad Walls. He is intent on hitting every piece of the drum kit with the speed of a perverse flasher, but he is not pounding away like a troglodyte. Instead he is mixing it up with slow to fast, mid to fast, fast to slow, fills, blast beats, and a bunch of drumming shit in between that is beyond my non-playing understanding. Walls reminds me of Muhammad Ali working over Ken Norton with pernicious ruthlessness. By contrast, the guitars rampage and jugulate in a riff mixture of flailing coagulated gore that oozes from your speakers. These guitarists go through rhythms and riffs like maggots in flesh. And the bass… What the fuck, there is no bass.

The vocals are so over the top barf and burp gluttony that they deserve a paragraph unto themselves. They remind me of the sound of pigs impetuously groveling in shit slop after a day without food. Every time I play the disc I can not help but laugh at the vocals and at the same time feel a horrid sense of discomfort as if something lecherous is gnawing on my ball sack. That is what Andres does to the fan.

Production wise this album is exceptional. It is so fucking good I thought Quincy Jones stopped being a pop whore temporarily to refine this disc’s sound. Really the only negative to Pustulated is that they apparently have split up. Bottom line: Get off your ass and order this disc, NOW.