Famishgod
Devourers of Light

Some time ago a Spanish band called Famishgod released their first album; a story told in seven chapters and has a cover that is as interesting as watching paint dry – which is more or less as interesting as it is to listen to the crap. It is really an album I should have tossed in the garbage long ago, not because of its badness but because it is really older than what I have as a limit for albums to review but as I failed to notice that and had listened to it enough I suppose that these Spaniards’ debut album was to be written about or my hard labour to listen through the album would have been wasted.

There is none other than Avulsed’s Dave Rotten who stands for the vocals, a recipe for disaster and rotten vocals. It is what they call dark death metal. That means that it is slow, dreary and boring riffs, some drum battering and deep guttural moaning. But in the final chapter there are some more melodic guitar lines but that is only some and if you have heard Avulsed you know how it sounds. Not really heavy, brutal or anything like that; just dull and boring and as the playing time is almost an hour I can describe the boredom as torture. I cannot really see anything that indicates any quality in this album. The production is quite lame as well.

The only real thing I feel about the album is Yawn. I would say that it is rotten and that I could write many bad things I’d rather do than listening to the album but the fact is that I have listened to the album and not done any of these things anyway so that would feel pointless. At least you don’t need to endure this monotonous and poorly performed piece of shit. I know that the guys of this band has probably poured as much heart and soul into this album as Cats in Space but the honest fact is that one of these bands has made something excellent while the other has done a piece of garbage. They probably don’t think so themselves and there are always one or two who would agree but I highly doubt that it will appeal to any reasonable person.

Riff, riff, riffeti-riff, GROOOAN – that is really how it sounds. Thank god I am done with this now and can spend my time listening to something more pleasing. This album stinks worse than an unguarded penguin nest and the only thing you can really say is: Famishgod? No thanks, I don’t like sleep inducing cascade vomits on plastic discs – stay far away from this, that is the only logical thing to say about this album.

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