How brutal can the land of big bootys get?  How does a reverse gang bang sound?  You can’t possibly hold back the biological squirming, sack swelling, nut blasting greatness that is Infested Blood.   Krisiun has just taken second place in Brazil’s most brutal contest.  Sounding a bit like Defeated Sanity, Infested Blood bludgeon with the best.  Picture Anderson Silva going muay thai on Rich Franklin’s dome.  The results are like a traffic accident that warrants repeat drive-bys.

From the alien invasion themes to the the inhuman vocals, this is the modern vision of brutal death metal that I enjoy so very fucking deeply.  Cristiano’s vocals are dredged, gurgled, yelled, and what-the-fucked as well as any I’ve heard in genre lately.  The drumming is relentless and captivating.  Beto gives every skin and cymbal a proper beatdown.  The bass and guitar exact their will in a very complementary way, locking into the neck, and then separating the bones of their chosen victim.  This isn’t mid-paced or full of breakdowns, Infested Blood get to the point and hold you their for just under 30 minutes.

Interplanar Decimation is simply sick and dirty.  Although there are ties to Deeds Of Flesh, you won’t get the same level of technicality dropped on Of What’s To Come, or the clinical production.  On Infested Blood’s third full-length, they dish out an engorgement of blasting and devastation only your twisted uncle would understand.  This is what brutal sounds like.  When bands get too wanky with endless arpeggiation and Necrophagist worship, it loses the darkness and evil that brutal death metal should be.  It’s not mindless, it’s not a big boring blur, it’s the real god damn deal.  Has the word “brutal” appeared enough yet?  I couldn’t find a better adjective for these fret grinding instrument abusers from the land of abundant honey-skinned hotties.  Add this disc to your arsenal and pull the trigger on Big Butt Brazilian Orgy while you’re shopping.  Tell them Silky sent you.

Review bySilky Bravado