Review Summary: From the basement catacombs of Harlem, the mangled corpses of the freshest G's rise from the dead to haunt clubs with frighteningly brutal slams, and doper beats than Kanye.
Weedslammaz is the epitome of slamming bluntgrind. It is the
Jane Doe of slam death. Or
The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place. Albeit slam death is horrible, this album is a rare gem located amidst the voluminous pile of necro***. Taking on the lo-fi producion of oldschool death metal, and the low tunings of slam and deathcore, New Yorkment crafts an aural assault of deadly breakdowns, chugs, and slams, similar in devastation to a building crashing to the ground. The listener's ears will bleed gortuititous amounts of riffblood. With fresh hip-hop beats and yelping pig gutturals deeper than the abyss, New Yorkment slams the listener into a trance of cannibalistic slamgore pit brutality. The levels of pit riffment are comparable to The Acacia Strain's
3750 or Waking The Cadaver's
Perverse Recollections Of A Necromangler. This is the epitome of the NYDM slam stunnaz, and it will blow your mind into the grave.
The highlights of the album are definitely:
Tha Brutalist an anthemic composition of the most brutal of slams paired with the illest hip hop beats. Tha Brutalist portrays an ideal of death metal goretuity in an almost classical level of composition.
Ingoring Gortuity the most pitriffing slamthem of the millenium.
Bloated Necrocunt a gorethem that makes Cannibal Corpse look like Aqua.
If the reader is interested in moshworthy pit riffement, than look no farther,
Weedslammaz is your golden bong trophy. Possibly ingraved with a skull, bleeding snakes out of its eyes, eating Satan with vampire fangs. That's how brutal it is. So get into it, or get killed by it.