Whenever I hear the term "brutal death metal" in reference to a Dutch act, I cringe. Bands like Pyaemia, Disavowed, Brutus and Severe Torture have received a lot of critical praise in recent years; just not from me. Personally, I think those bands are so boring that I’d rather have pointy sticks jabbed up my urethra than listen to any of their albums.

When a copy of Massmurder’s Slaughtered For Snuff was sent my way, I was less than thrilled at the prospect of listening to boring pit riff death metal meant for the Dying Fetus and Hatebreed crowd. When I used to go to metal shows, I’d leave the second the pit-friendly bands would hit the stage and the masses of drooling mongoloids would hit the pits and start flailing about like they were entered in the gymnastics competition at the special olympics. It was like watching cattle ridden with mad cow disease stumbling and staggering about in an uncoordinated orgy of flailing hooves. White people trying to kung-fu dance is a lot like watching the scene in Kickboxer where Jean-Claude Van Damme goes to a local pub during training, gets hammered and tries to dance with oriental women, yea, you know the dance; the one that looked like James Brown just lost his frontal lobe and was having a seizure. That, my friends, is not brutal; it is sad and should not be encouraged.

Thankfully, Massmurder aren’t the pit-friendly band I expected them to be. In fact, they’re from the opposite end of the brutal death metal spectrum playing brainless ultra-fucking-blasting-broodle punch-your-neighbor-in-the-face and-take-a-crap-on-his-lawn after-catching-his-cat-shitting-in-your-wife’s-flowerbed. The music is in the vein of Brodequin and bands of that style with relentless triggered blasting, endless gurgle-growling and simplistic riffing. There’s little in the way of song structure, as basically all of the songs follow the same pattern and is just a wall of muddily-produced sound, typical of what you’d expect on an Unmatched Brutality release.

What Massmurder lack in originality, they make up for with Pustulated-like intensity. The 8 song effort clocks in at less than 22 minutes, which is the perfect length for an album of this speed and intensity. Any longer and it would just become incredibly monotonous, and any shorter it would be over almost as soon as you pulled your finger away from the "play" button.

This certainly isn’t the best brutal death metal outfit around, but for the fans of the uber-broodle, this is definitely a worthy purchase. Don’t expect an amazing display of technicality or music to groove to, just expect a swift kick in the teeth and you won’t be disappointed… especially if I come across you kung fu dancing in a pit.

Written By: Teufel