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©2000 Relapse 1. Synopsis Of Ignorance Within The Society At Large 2. Once And Never Again 3. Underbelly 4. Minimum Wage Intellectual 5. Pass The Buck 6. Suffer 7. Epileptic 8. Intergration 9. Realization Of Fact 10. Oxygen Thief 11. Just Short Of The Line 12. Serenity Within Chaos 13. WTO:Disintergration Of The Working Class 14. Three Down, One To Go 15. Laceration Of Belief 16. Survival Between Maggots 17. Amongst The Fallen 18. Articulation Of Hypocrisy 19. Abundant Knowledge, Infinite Stupidity 20. Father To The Fatherless 21. Imminent Departure 22. Flesh For Flesh 23. Dissection Of Grace 24. Embodyment Of Dispair 25. Ascend From Persecution 26. Years Of Unjust 27. Cause And Reject 28. Genocide 29. Statistics 30. Division Within Division 31. Sucessful Failure 32. Closing Argument 35. Live At Fiesta Grande 1997 |
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"Musically solid" and "taut" are not words I generally associate with power-violence. And since neither are "good" and "worthwhile" I am surprised that Benumb have crafted (there's another word I never expected to employ) an incredibly tightly-wound and blistering assault of hyper-active thrashcore. Bookended by a really cool spoken word intro and a pointless noise outro, Withering Strands of Hope punches-out thirty tracks of nervous energy and belching powergrind like some kind of dysfunctional, kickass Xerox machine. The songs - twenty-seven of which do not exceed one minute - blast into simple but weirdly-timed thrash riffing backboned by a crazy-man rhythm section, peppered with anthemic hardcore/rock riffing ("WTO"), mid-paced moshing treadmills ("Abundant Knowledge Infinite Stupidity") and bloody strange blurts of violence as short as 4 seconds ("Amongst the Fallen"). If this all sounds Anal Cuntish - forget it. The production is dense but tolerable and the playing is skillfull and the arrangments and tempos are smart and varied. In fact I'm tempted to call Benumb's new sound a combination of the brains and brawn of early Napalm Death or Brutal Truth and the feral caveman-esque might and populism of Capitalist Casualties. Totally daft and pretty damn good afterall. Review by Lee Steadham Review date: 08/2000
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