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IRREVERSIBLE
Sins
(Hero)

DEATH ANGEL
Killing Season
(Nuclear Blast)

IMPALED
The Last gasp
(Willowtip)

THE HEX DISPENSERS
S/T
(Alien Snatch)

BLUNDERBUSS
S/T
(Escape Artist)

SAVIOURS
Into Abaddon
(Kemado)

WAR FROM A HARLOTS
MOUTH
Transmetropolitan 
(Lifeforce)
 
SYNAESTHESIA
The Requiem Reveries
(Vendlum)

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WAR FROM A HARLOTS MOUTH

Transmetropolitan
(Lifeforce)


 

In many ways the distorted and hysterical extremity of this German band could be categorized as post grindcore because it builds on that sub genre’s idiosincracies, but contrary to the subgenre’s addiction to simple construction equaling a barrage of noise, offers passages that basically show us that these dudes can play.  The ‘core’ part of course being the recurrent breakdowns, the simplified chugga chugga guitars that often rear its ugly head and the occasional tough guy all at once choruses that try so hard to intimidate and corner us. The grind part is all over Transmetropolitan too, with War From a Harlots Mouth rushing to a brutal point of hyper speed riffs that last about a second and a half and hysterical vocals that get pig-like, only to do a 180 and subsequently choosing a doom-like pace or an introspective passage, or filtered vocals, or a jazz sequence, or a post rock lapsus or one of those segments where the guitars go one way and the drums head the opposite.

 

As brutal, surprising and awe inspiring as the complicated and ADD-riddled music of War From a Harlots Mouth is, it also takes so many curves it manages to lose us constantly. The whole thing has the spirit of frantic frenetism and as such it ends up sounding a bit pointless.  This Teutonic quintet seems desperate to either elude us through sheer violent changes and hectic switches between blinding speed and dead paced beatdowns or put us down through cerebral embolism caused by their frequent mood swings.  And just when you start getting into a groove, like it would be the case of a few seconds of pretty much every one of the eleven tracks included here, War From A Harlots Mouth throws another head fucking noodle and you get disoriented.

 

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