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Man,
I am all for being brutal. So when I get a record as extreme as
this hysterical piece of aural rape I kind of can’t help but
smile and then laugh out loud like a retarded idiot. Not that
style wise Machinist approximates the excessive brutality of
Gaza, but this five song recording is frankly causing the same
sort of effect on me; that in which I start biting my nails in a
nervous spur, then move onto cutting my cuticles with a sharp
knife only to move onto hastily using a Swiss Army knife in
order to cut off beefy chunklets of meat from my upper arm,
which I then use to paint circles in my cheekbones. I then go
onto powdering flour on the rest of my face. The whole thing is
quite childish to tell you the truth, especially the part when I
start wondering about what it would be like to take barbiturates
and go on a stroll through the boulevard of broken heads.
Fuck, Machinist
is insane. And they make me mad because I can’t find any
information about them. I am growing hungry for their music.
This five song teaser absolutely rules; it is what grind and
extreme metal should be. It’s a quick fix, a rush of meth
through your nostrils and straight into your hippocampus. It
will have you walking like an idiot, it will disorient you like
I guess the drummer must feel after doing some of the legwork
for “Joe Shit the Rag Man”.
Clocking at
slightly over eleven minutes, Machinist seems out to prove that
brutality shall be that and that’s that. Immensely brutal
vocals, quick moments of speed, shifting rhythms that crash and
burn through broken melodies and the type of song structure that
belong as much to extreme metalheads as it does to experimental
trippers.
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