Aborted
The Necrotic Manifesto

Since the release of 'Global Flatline' two years ago there has been a few changes of members in the band but as the Belgians brings home the meat for another grind, the similarities with last years catch are so big it's ridicules. To make an album like this is pretty similar to just burn up your clothes and start going through peoples hair for tasty lice.

Now I'm fully respecting the fact that taste is like noses - everyone has one and it might look very different but making music like this can't be a project that takes more than two or three albums. It's very difficult for me to see how you possibly could feel you need more albums than that to squeeze something out of this music than what you managed to do on those. But for Aborted, this is not the second or third album doing this music - not even the fourth, it's the eight album. In a genre like grindcore, eight albums are more than a lifetime because when it comes to music with the sole purpose of sounding as brutal as possible you don't really have the possibility to get enough variation on such a big number of albums. And I also find it hard to believe that you as musicians have the urge to make more albums like this after 15 years of doing this monotonous thing.

Anyway, lets forget for a while that this is the eight album by the band and focus on 'The Necrotic Manifesto'. It's a 14 track large and 43 minutes long piece of unbearable noise. I disliked 'Global Flatline' and though it was an album that would have been better aborted but 'The Necrotic Manifesto' is even worse. Every now and then Aborted had something good on 'Global Flatline' but 'The Necrotic Manifesto' has left all those things behind. This album feels like something from my worst nightmare, most of all the guitars that only seems to have three sounds - either they use the same chord over and over for tens of minutes or they play with two chords but only for a couple of seconds at a time or they do some sort of bridge between things, often in a slow tempo since they are more technical and it's difficult to more the fingers. The vocals are not better - sometimes they sound like James Earl Jones speaking through a glass or cup, other times they reminds me more of Dave Mustaine with a voice distorter. All of this annoys me so much that I'd love to send the band on a vacating along with everything they've ever done with the Prometheus but when you add the drums to the factor I'd rather dig the hearts out of the band with a wooden spoon. This is of course something I'll never do because it'll be so much easier for me to just turn the damn thing off than to find the band and hurt them.

I can guarantee you readers that I will never, ever… ever, play this album again, unless perhaps to demonstrate how freakin' bad it is. There are really not much room for progress in a genre like grindcore and that's perhaps the reason why 20 members have left the band? Svencho, the man behind the stupid noises called vocals, on the other hand persist to do this thing on album after album without any seeming urge to develop and accomplish something musically. This album gives me nothing but urges to kill something, or someone. Most of all myself, so I can get away from this shit… but I believe the simplest solution is simply to just abort my listen and turn it off so that's what I'll do now.

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