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░ ██ ██ Artist: Morgue Supplier ██ ██
▓ █░░ ■█ Album: Morgue Supplier █■ ░░█
■ █▓▀ █ Year: 2016 █ ▀▓█ ░
█ ▓ Rel. Date: 2017-10-06 ▓ █
▒ ▒ Genre: Death Metal ▒ ▒
█▄ ░ Label: Obscure Musick ░ ▄█
░ █▄ ░ Source: CD ░ ▄█
░ █▓ Type: Album ▓█ ░
▓ █ Quality: VBR, 44.1kHz, Joint Stereo █ ░ ▓
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░█ █░ ▀
█ Death metal has seemingly regenerated itself in █
█ recent years with a newly emerging underground of █
█ bands that are creeping up into the stream like a █
█ disgusting John Carpenter fog over a sweltering █
█ grassy knoll. What once was a genre spilling over █
█ with over-produced, under-talented mall bands █
█ aligning themselves with the death metal tag has █
█ quickly reinvented itself by disallowing the █
█ garbage to stink up the premise and offering new, █
█ exciting bands with which to enjoy good music. █
█ While not new to the scene, Chicago's Morgue █
█ Supplier is back after a long seven-year break, █
█ not counting the "Bringer of the End" single back █
█ in '13. The newest offering is aptly titled Morgue █
█ Supplier and not a single step is missed. █
█ Chicago has become a mecca for solid underground █
█ death metal in the last two decades with Cardiac █
█ Arrest, Kommandant, Imperial Savagery, Sons of █
█ Famine and Morgue Supplier leading the proverbial █
█ charge. For something dirty, savage and brutal, █
█ Morgue Supplier adds an element of violent filth █
█ to the already scum-filled city streets. What is █
█ innately alluring about this band is the █
█ combination of truly volatile-sounding music that █
█ makes one feel like he or she is a in a mixer of █
█ dank air and entrails and the lyrical content that █
█ can only be described as 'bleak story-telling' █
█ under the guise of three-minute musical █
█ paragraphs. Vocalist and main-man Paul Gillis █
█ provides a surreptitiously varied range between █
█ the low growls of brutal antagonist and the high █
█ screams of tortured victim so well that it's hard █
█ to get a feel for who is leading whom throughout █
█ the album (though I'm sure if you ask the man █
█ himself, he'd surely adopt the antagonist's role). █
█ Either role is easily enjoyable, and Gillis is a █
█ true master at issuing a deadly fatwa in 14-tracks █
█ that are ugly and wonderfully disturbing. █
█ So, keeping time with the lyrics, there is a █
█ recurring theme in the album of death and its █
█ various implements, of course, but each track █
█ seems to hold a court all its own in how life's █
█ grandest mystery is either obtained or imagined. █
█ In short, these short epics are exactly what true █
█ death metal is supposed to be. I'm not sure █
█ exactly where it all went wrong with some bands █
█ dragging on a stale idea through elongated █
█ six-to-seven-minute individual snooze fests, but █
█ it's refreshing to see a band call upon the glory █
█ days of 'in-and-out' to a near-perfect degree. █
█ "Destroying a Human" is one of the more battering █
█ tracks I've heard in some time, complete with █
█ fantastic time changes and a veritable █
█ step-by-step into the wondrous world of █
█ mutilation. When you hear how you got torn without █
█ a drop being spilled, you somehow feel strangely █
█ complete and newly cleansed. █
█ It's a difficult feat these days to be able to █
█ write engaging, interesting lyrics about █
█ everything from casual evisceration to █
█ ostracization for one's beliefs, the latter coming █
█ from one of my favorite tracks on the album, █
█ "Heathen (The Throes of Poison), but the band does █
█ that and then some. I've always been a word man, █
█ both in writing and ingesting, and while the █
█ entire CD is one of tangible versatility, this █
█ track stands out for me personally. Couple this █
█ with a tremendously intense musical assault that, █
█ while 'airy' and thick, never gives way to █
█ over-production or outright loudness for its own █
█ sake, and you have a classic in the making. The █
█ music, both disturbing and tempestuous, affords us █
█ the opportunity to place a soundtrack to the █
█ various nightmares we keep locked away in our own █
█ heads for the betterment of humankind. It's really █
█ good to see that the long layoff between releases █
█ hasn't dulled the senses or quelled the violence █
█ sitting in this bands' collective gullets. █
█ This CD is limited to 500 copies, so be quick to █
█ grab one when it's released next month. Morgue █
█ Supplier is, in basic terms, one of the finer █
█ elements of modern death metal if your personal █
█ choice is a sick, demented foray into all things █
█ absurd and hauntingly addictive. Another notch of █
█ Chicago pride lies in the well-worn belt of metal █
█ music. █
█ █
█ --- █
█ █
█ One of the reasons Morgue Supplier is one of the █
█ most exciting death/grindcore mutations to explode █
█ from the States in the 21st century is the sheer █
█ strength of the influences they bring. The █
█ acceleration and impact which so define the genre █
█ are present in spades, but where many comparable █
█ bands like fall a little flat is in the lack of █
█ ambition they weave into the songwriting. Sped up █
█ hardcore punk riffs I've heard a million times █
█ before just aren't going to cut it in 2015, and █
█ neither will sounding like a momentary █
█ testosterone spasm accompanied by vapid snarling █
█ and barking. Granted, this trend had started to █
█ shift in recent years with bands like Antigama and █
█ the late Gridlink expanding the field through more █
█ unique guitars and song structures, but these █
█ Chicago area psychopaths mete out a level of █
█ energy and disgust so furious and personal on █
█ their eponymous sophomore full-length that you █
█ feel as if you've actually been punished, █
█ something I've rarely attested to this niche since █
█ its late 80s birth. █
█ If their name didn't give it away, Morgue Supplier █
█ lean more towards the 'death metal' side of that █
█ equation, upon a bedrock of Napalm Death-like █
█ blasting and chord grooves, only filtered through █
█ a more atonal, unusual note progressions, which at █
█ times reminds me of both the classic Voivod and █
█ perhaps even a little industrial filth redolent of █
█ an alt-universe hyperventilated Godflesh. There █
█ are all manner of individual riffs here which show █
█ roots in anything from tremolo picked OSDM to █
█ impious death/thrash to the whipping, dissonant █
█ frenzy of noisier American metalcore bands ala █
█ Converge or Dillinger Escape Plan, or the █
█ brickwork intensity of modern Cryptopsy; but █
█ they'll also lay into a death/doom groove or a █
█ more atmsopheric segue when it's best to let the █
█ audience take a chance to breathe. You get the █
█ feeling that absolutely nothing is off the table, █
█ provided that it's sick and feeds into this █
█ record's self-fulfilling paeans to murder, █
█ addiction and social disintegration; and to that █
█ extent the album is 14 tracks and 41 minutes of █
█ unforgiving hostility that will at the very least █
█ put you in stitches, if not a stretcher...which is █
█ kind of what the name implies. Polymaths of █
█ punishment, tirades of tempo shifting torture that █
█ never forgets the importance of having actual █
█ guitar riffs to reinforce the abuse. █
█ Vocally Paul Gillis employs a number of attack █
█ schematics, from the sustained, grotesque guttural █
█ of a Martin van Drunen to the raspier snarls so █
█ often associated with this style. But what puts █
█ this over the top is the use of more robotic █
█ filters on several of the lines that just make it █
█ feel all the more angry and inhuman, dystopian and █
█ overwhelming. A bad battery acid trip. Mechanical █
█ malcontents. Rather than just rattling off █
█ syncopated, monotonous lyrical lines like sabers, █
█ there is an intense feeling of discomfort and █
█ personal pain captured in the ugliness of the █
█ expression. Teamed with the fat, pungent bass █
█ lines and a rich, bludgeoning guitar tone that █
█ measures off both the fury of the chords and the █
█ street light shine of the higher pitched, natural █
█ dissonance of the strings, there is just so much █
█ pressure being applied at almost any point on the █
█ album that you feel strangulated, but right when █
█ you're about to lose consciousness they'll switch █
█ to something a little simpler and let the senses █
█ of vertigo and suffocation subside. Anchored by █
█ some muscular drumming which coordinates simpler █
█ grooves effortlessly into extreme blasting and █
█ bass-rolling overdrive, this band sounds insanely █
█ driven, and sort of how Napalm Death's latest Apex █
█ Predator - Easy Meat kicked off 2015 with its █
█ death grinding excellence, Morgue Supplier has set █
█ an early benchmark for aggression in the new year. █
█ I'd warn you to wear a helmet, but all it would █
█ really do is keep the contents of your head █
█ contained once they explode. █
█ █
█ Thanks to the original ripper! █
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░ 1. Heathen (The Throes of Poison) 2:36 ░
░ 2. Cultic Rape 2:43 ░
░ 3. Moral Vacuity 2:21 ░
░ 4. Bringer of the End (Executioner) 2:43 ░
░ 5. Mental Slum 3:48 ░
░ 6. End of Self 3:36 ░
░ 7. Graveyard Filler 2:38 ░
░ 8. Rotting in an Alley 4:10 ░
░ 9. Massive Murder 1:44 ░
░ 10. Dead Room 3:05 ░
░ 11. Equipped to Obliterate 2:41 ░
░ 12. Destroying a Human 1:49 ░
░ 13. Restraints 2:13 ░
░ 14. Broken Gods 4:42 ░
░ 40:49 ░
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