Review Summary: Shut your mouth, there's no excuse.
Mind Eraser is a hardcore band from the grime of Boston, Massachusetts that will kick people in the balls. By "kick people in the balls", that really means running them over with a steam roller, flying a jumbo jet into them, then crushing them into the size of a grain of sand. One should certainly, before listening to this album, have reflexes like Sherlock Holmes when he's fighting that fat old lard in a pub brawl and he throws that handkerchief in his face, proceeding to *** him up in several ways. It will throw the punches in many different forms, from slow and guttural blows to rampant bursts of all-out fury that will paralyze you to an inch of your life. Glacial Reign
is not an album to take lightly, by any means.
Starting off with the schizophrenic opener, "Abuse Excuse", a rugged and trudging lick immediately catches attention, before about halfway through, things become violent as vocalist Justin rips into the flesh with his incredibly aggressive screams and shouts with the lines, "It's your fault, you'd never blame yourself, I think you just have issues with your mental health". What follows is twenty minutes of bodily fluid curdling and ridiculously wrathful transitions between sludgy massifs and furious, powerviolence-inspired passages that create a sense of unpredictability that will have the hair on the back of the neck stand on end. Glacial Reign
is not here for cuddly, twinkly bull***. Instead it prefers to run you over with a glacier while walruses gore your hapless rear-end. Yeah, that's right, those tusks are ***ing long, and they'll probably hurt like spilling moonshine in your eyes.
One thing that should be noted here besides the skull-crushing nature of this atrocity, the riffs are very easily distinguished from each other. Never do they become overbearing and repetitive. Instead, what occurs is a variable amalgamation of destructive orientations that become instantly enjoyable once overcoming the initial sledgehammer to the chest, which oddly feels good.
In short, this album is not for the faint of heart, all weaklings just get the *** out of here and go to the nearest police station before this album comes charging out of the speakers with double Tommy Guns at full auto waiting to blow you into the next millennium. Are you worthy" Can you take the pain" Will you be done listening two minutes in and be crying for your mother" Hey, what the *** am I talking about, listen to this monstrosity and find out.