Review Summary: "We just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound "fine"?"
Formed in Germany all the way back in 1986, Blood essentially do just about everything right you could possibly do with deathgrind. Starting out as a noisecore band with little direction, they eventually began more serious writing which would eventually lead up their debut full length
Impulse to Destroy. While their third full-length,
O Agios Pethane, is one of the best grind albums ever recorded, from a completely subjective standpoint I think I enjoy Impulse to Destroy more. Why? Well essentially because Blood's
Impulse to Destroy contains one of sickest and most twisted vocal performances ever put on tape.
Imagine if you can, being trapped inside a church made completely of rotting flesh and bones being administered a sermon by the corporeal manifestation of filth himself who occasionally shrieks in glee as he rips the innards from the subjects of his oratorical torture. As ***ed up as it sounds, this is pretty much what you should expect from the second the album starts until the last maniacal screech of joy emits from the ending notes (I guess you can call them that). The album is a complete ***ing mess. The production is putrid, thick, and disgusting. The guitars are poorly tuned and sloppy. The drumming is loose and all over the place. But that's what makes is so ***ing good.
Blood doesn't give a rat *** about polish or sheen. There's not even the slightest hint at pussy tech bull*** anywhere near this record. The purpose of
Impulse to Destroy even existing is to have the most repulsive 34 minutes of pure deathgrind hell has ever heard. While later records would come to perfect this formula into something that is technically better than what
Impulse to Destroy is, the character and nauseating atmosphere of Impulse to Destroy was never really retread, umm, ever. Slap this in your stereo and be prepared to *** your brains out, because that’s the only proper reaction this record should ever be met with. Enjoy.
