Published August 18, 2011
Things are actually starting to look rather healthy in the Icelandic hardcore scene right now. With the Grange Hill grindcore of Logn and the slightly bleak worldview of World Narcosis coming at you like a procession of gobby meerkat, we now have the goodtime counterpoint of Manslaughter’s debut album.
Made up of the scrag ends of Muck, Plastic Gods and Catarpillarmenn, they’ve tightened and refocused their sound a bit since their split 7” with Logn. Forcing their doom metal and crossover thrash together means a sound baby that sounds half like Municipal Waste/Asshole Parade and half like tweaking Celestine (not a bad thing really).
And with song titles that veer from nihilistic (‘Facial Birth’, ‘Reject Conformity’) with the puerile (‘MILF’, ‘Beer (It’s What’s For Dinner)), this is one of the more cathartically dumb releases I’ve heard this year. Yes there’s gallons of piss and venom, but they’d much rather have a party at the end of the day.
This is the album to listen to when you want to, in the words of Henry Rollins, ‘Fuck on the floor and break shit!’