What more do I want? Not only is this a perfect example of how I like my bdm - unabashedly raw and grotesque, rather
than dressed up - but it's also a perfect example of where bdm would logically find itself after so many years of the
game being to out-brutal each other. Theres a shrewd awareness at play here: an awareness of the listener shown in
both how the musicians play for us and in the astutely deadpan production (the snare is placed right at the back of your
head, as if to say, ’miss me?’). All the tropes of the genre are present, but theyre twisted to the point of delight. The
notes that compose the riffs arent so much 'composing' as they are smooshing together into a tasty slop, and the purr
of the vocals is like a blanket for my ears. Theres even times when the vocalists gurgles combine with the tinny snare-
rolls to make a new primal kind of harmony. It’s not a fancy gourmet meal, it’s Thanksgiving at Dennys. One might be
tempted to call it parody if it wasnt so genuinely entertaining.
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