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Rarely do we get to hear bands that manage to walk so well that thin shit smelling line that lies somewhere between grindcore, hardcore and rough crusty punk rock.  Most inexperienced bands tend to lean too much on the murky side, obliterating any traces of musicality their music might have, while others, especially in grindcore, get buried, forgotten and damned by volume and fourth world level production values. It’s more difficult than it might appear; turn that guitar up a little too much, scream too loud, or ruin those triggered drums with silly mechanical programming and what you have is utter mess. A clusterfuck of noise that has little to do with organized sounds. Not only are the results sometimes studio pre-fabricated but with the excuse that for extreme music’s sake everything is fair, us loyal fans are currently served plethora of shit sounding records. As someone who spends a great deal of time listening and writing about music I tell you one thing, extreme music can be cool and super ridiculous, and that’s all good, but it shouldn’t be all about that. 

For what it is though, this Budapest (that’s in Hungary you ignoramus) quartet makes extreme music sound easy and mighty good.  Life Sentence, a compilatory works that nicely boxes Human Error’s splits and minis, is a perfect example of an extreme band working the melodies and never for half a second approximating the juicy pussification of its sound. Human Error are hardcore because their work is aggressive, and the feeling you get is  that these dudes are looking for one thing also; and that is beat the shit out of you because they are hardcore about everything. But Human Error is also grindcore because their chunky guitars start up at 150 MPH and retain that speed all throughout. There are no boring breakdowns in Life Sentence, just bone crunching and femur licking hyper violence at the macro level. Gabor, the throat of the band, is stellar, raw and blistering like only a man with total disregard for his future as a vocalist could, Gabor stretches the limits of his vocal chords to the point where you almost want to ask him to stop.  His backing band rocks out properly, with the hungry man guitars of Csiga marking the speed but also the feel of the record. Enter melodic grindcore, or chugga-less hardcore, this is a welcome break from the boredom of everyday crew cut combos.

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