Withering Strands Of Hope

Benümb - Withering Strands Of Hope ©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

"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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