Adrenicide - Pioneers In The Land Of The Mad (c) 2009 Denim & Leathe
Artist....: Adrenicide
Album.....: Pioneers In The Land Of The Mad
Type......: Album
Source....: CDDA
Tracks....: 26
Genre.....: Crossover
Label.....: Denim & Leather Records
Catalogue#: n/a
Encoder...: LAME 3.97
Quality...: VBR / 44.1KHz / Joint-Stereo
URL.......: http://www.adrenicide.com/
Tracklist:
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01 All Went Black 03:09
02 Form A Circle 03:41
03 Catch The Bus 02:33
04 Ward 13 02:26
05 Fight For The Right (To Be A Dick) 03:24
06 Toxic Society 02:22
07 Junk Punk 00:58
08 Justice 02:29
09 Drown In Beer 02:22
10 Spin The Web 02:20
11 Constant Abuse 02:35
12 Hollow Promise 02:52
13 Guns In The Playground 02:17
14 Smart Alec 01:54
15 Forward Into Death 00:33
16 Fed To The Sharks 02:49
17 Celebrate The Blade 02:39
18 Garland Greene 00:46
19 Hospital Hard-On 02:08
20 Primitive Logic (Technological Death) 03:47
21 They Kill ... You Kill ... We Kill ... 02:04
22 Vital Signs Fade 01:57
23 Born Drunk 02:36
24 Adreni-Cider 00:24
25 Perfecting The Virus 01:36
26 Pope On A Rope 03:20
Total:91,1 MB/ 60:01 min
Release Notes:
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Assuming you all possess the sort of keen memory akin to that of an
angry Sicilian mob boss out for justice then perhaps you'll undoubtedly
recall an earlier review I penned on this impressive 80's inspired
thrashcore act from the UK which at that very time had me summing them
up as an 'angrier Municipal Waste.' Well, those of you that did
yourselves a tremendous favor by seeking out and then punching various
holes in your bedroom wall to the sounds of their '07 debut, Raging
Full On will no doubt want to break out the nunchucks, black spandex
pants and practice Bruce Lee choreography on your younger brothers to
these thrashers' latest and greatest, Natural Born Thrashers. Rest
assured my dear readers for as the title obviously suggests these three
drunken pranksters aren't about to have their scrotums snipped, get
frosty, multicolored hairstyles by a hairdresser named "Bruno," invest
stock in Revlon eyeliner products and aspire to be the sort of emo cult
band that writes music for sappy teen dramas which cater to androgynous
looking couples anytime soon. No sirree! Rather they prefer to stick to
the same formula of writing the sort of old school pummeling thrash
licks which remind us that perhaps it's about time we blew the dust off
those old DRI, Tankard, Nuclear Assault, and Suicidal Tendencies LPs we
have buried way beneath the weight of our hardcore porn and anime DVD
collections.
Whether or not you consider this as a good thing, nothing has changed
musically. The sound and aesthetic of the true 80's thrash/crossover
sound is there just stomping around in all of its neanderthal,
testosterone fueled glory. However if there is one noticeable yet
subtle nuance that lends a more menacing, intimidating vibe to the
proceedings it would be the ever more present crunchier, ultra bassy
riffing and frantic, stampeding solos which seem to recall classic
Bobby Gustafson era Overkill. Indeed there seems to be a lot more
machismo laden chest thumping going on this time around and perhaps it
has something to do with the band's obvious leanings towards more
thrash 'metal' than 'core' on this one. Yet somehow I find myself
digging the angrier, darker vibe for it makes for a more startling,
intimidating listening experience. Further the occasional dance floor
filling mosh sections are lent a bit more muscle as a result which have
me recalling some of the provocative moments of the short lived
Crumbsuckers (Gee, remember them?). After all, let's face the facts
here, folks. While drunken frat party acts like Tankard certainly have
a certain, unique charm to them still the gimmick, like Andrew Dice
Clay's brand of comedy tends to wear thin after awhile; especially
amongst those already desensitized by the shock tactics committed in
black and death metal circles. Basically if I had to then compare RFO
to NBT I would have to say that the progression (or regression
perhaps?) is somewhat akin to the movie Rocky with Sylvester Stallone
in that the former (RFO) shows this struggling pugilist's impressive
potential and charisma but back then he was still a bit unfocused to
compete with the major contenders out there. Yet we still root for the
underdog just because we're aware that despite not possessing the
endurance he still possesses a lot of heart. Yet the latter release
showcases a much more menacing animal full of piss and vinegar which no
doubt stems from long hours of harnessing and fine tuning the
performance. In fact, to give you an even further description of what
I'm referring to here I'll gladly refer to the 17th track on display
entitled, "Perfecting the Virus" which serves as one of the fastest
songs on the disc by far. Building at an increasing momentum and
velocity that practically and ridiculously borderlines classic
grindcore in fact (think "Hang the Pope" by Nuclear Assault here),
vocalist Neil Armstrong spits out spastic, venom laced dialogue in
short, rapid bursts to the machine gun tattering beat of the snare as
if he's practically standing on a podium inciting fellow mental ward
patients to raid the drug cabinets. Indeed, now that's endurance.
While there is nineteen songs here on display fortunately none of them
run past the two minute mark which overall sums up the entire listening
experience to roughly 35 minutes or so. Just a quick get in, get out
fashion before the cops arrive and discover the bodies. Still this
obviously won't convince all the death and black metal elitists out
there to give this a listen but rather the older dudes like myself will
most likely appreciate it for we actually grew up during the decade
this band pays glorious homage to. Sure Adrenicide is nothing but a
'retro' band as some critics would so blatantly charge and apparently
the dudes that comprise this band aren't ashamed in the slightest to be
categorized as such. Yet somehow they pull it off well and make it
convincing without having to resort to the fashion statement part of it
in the same manner as say, wannabe 70's punk bands adopt the squatter
lifestyle just for the sake of doing so. Further, should anyone still
descredit this band on the very premise of which I just stated, well
then you might want to ask where the members of various contemporary DM
staples like Impaled, Ribspreader, The Chasm, etc. derived most of
their influences from.