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I
don’t know why I was under the totally dumbass
assumption that Austin’s Mammoth Grinder played
grindcore. My expectations actually dropped like an
anvil from a window when I learned that. I think I read
that somewhere, I can’t remember where though but
anyway, the grindcore subgenre has been blowing farts
for a while (that Magrudergrind record was great though)
so after looking at this precious piece of vinyl for a
couple of hours and wondering why was it that an album
with such a cool cover would be in any way related to
that dying genre I finally decided to give it a fair
spin, keeping in mind that perhaps, I was going to be
disappointed.
The tag
isn’t completely off. But that’s all it is, one tag that could
be misplaced when we analyze the contents of Extinction of
Humanity. So yeah, the album doesn’t blaze through like most
grind bands, but I tell you what, it is as nasty if not nastier
than most seminal grind albums. This is such a nasty son of a
bitch that I can see the connection now. When Mammoth Grinder run at
full speed, it’s not like this beast sprints, it’s like this elephantidae has long hair, just got wet (so that makes him
heavier, get it?) and has eaten so much carcass that no matter
how much effort he puts into his exercise, he just can’t move
fast enough.
Therefore,
think of mid-to-fast speed for today’s standards where shit is
just ridiculous. And these songs are pretty constant at that.
The riffs are wonderful, really really neat, marvelous,
cracking, dandy, grand, nifty, tremendous, corking, just
absolutely peachy shit. I ain’t going to tell you that Mammoth
Grinder grooves like Kyuss, but their music isn’t totally alien
to some pelvis thrusting. Better yet, the tunes evolve
naturally, they just roll of their tongues so to speak.
Mammoth
Grinder are a bestial band. They crush and level everything
around but where they don’t sound like a grind band is in the
intelligence of their music and the thought-out construction of
their tunes. I know that’s rarity these days. The vocals of
Chris Ulsh top the cake; it’s the crustiest sludge coat to a
pretty hardcore based band that’s smartly unafraid to throw a
melodic guitar solo in the coolest heavy metal fashion.
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