Oh God, what the fuck is this shit? The County Medical Examiner’s latest release Olidous Operettas marks possibly one of the most frustrating albums I’ve ever had to review, not only as a fan of metal but as a Carcass fan and a goregrind fan as well. This album, to put it bluntly, is utter unabashed thievery. There is nothing on this album that is original, nothing that doesn’t sound like Carcass didn’t already write it, and I swear to fucking Christ the opener "Casper’s Dictum" is actually "Corporal Jigsore Quandary". Who gives two fucking shits if the cd has a smell-o-corpse gimmick? Jeff Walker and company should be suing!

But then there is the catch that makes this review so mind-numbingly conflicting: this is REEEEEEAAAAALLLYYYY fucking catchy. I mean holy fucking hell; I can’t stop banging my head. And when I say they’re a rip-off of Carcass I don’t mean in the Trivium or The Black Dahlia Murder school of incompetent ripping off. These guys don’t sound like they’re ripping off Carcass. They don’t sound like clones. They sound like they ARE Carcass. Exactly. If you played this for an unsuspecting Carcass fan or even your average goregrind fan and told them Ken Owens, Bill Steer, and Jeff Walker weren’t involved they’d look at you and call you a dirty cunt liar and would swear that these songs are unreleased cuts from the Symphonies of Sickness and Necroticism sessions. The musicianship is tight, the solos spot on, the vocals are a picture perfect replication, and it sounds as if the later Carcass albums never happened.

But at the same time, as I said, we’ve already heard all this. But this isn’t like Deeds of Flesh or Bolt Thrower were repeating yourself is still fulfilling. Those guys get away with it because you can still tell they’re different songs being written. With The County Medical Examiners, I can’t tell. Like I said, "Casper’s Dictum" sounds like "Corporal Jigsore Quandary", exactly. But also, like I said, these songs are incredibly infectious, like a fucking mutated strain of Ebola, turning the listener’s insides into utter shit.

This album is essentially the musical embodiment of a hatefuck. You know, when you meet a girl who gives you the biggest raging hard-on but is such a vile, pathetic excuse for a human shell that you simply froth at the mouth with venomous odium and dream of the day you can kill her. But at the same time that hard, pulsating member is screaming at your hatred, yelling "You fucking cock-blocker, let me clog that bitch’s hole! I got some protein right here to shove up her vaginal cavern and make her into a cum dumpster. Quell your fucking rage and let me impale that cock-gobbling whore!" And so you’re then screaming at both your hatred for the girl and your cock and the only thing you can do is run to where no one can see you, whip out the rock-hard happy doody thingy, and then furiously jerk off onto her picture while screaming obscenities into the sky.

That’s the same problem with Olidous Operettas: everything it offers is already on Carcass‘ past albums, but holy mother of God you can’t stop listening to it. Ultimately, I will have to go with my gut and say that the best course of action is to ignore the holy fuck out of The County Medical Examiners until they can stop… uhh… uggg…

Fuck… hold on.
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*Rhhhhhh*

OH YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Oh God, I needed that. Shit, I think I need to clean up. Oh yeah, where was I? Fuck this album.

Written By: Necro-tron