Querétaro Clinical Reports
„We are like a deadly virus, slow, but fucking
virulent”. These words are taken from one of Polish zine called Messerschmitt.
Their author, Antimo Buonnano, was very excited because his band released the
debut album. Words are brave, but are they real? The author seems to be sane,
but is he conscious? Two main questions concerning this Mexican slab I have to
answer…
When you take a look at the front cover, it is well
known that “Chronic Corpora Infest” isn’t a story about dragons, warriors and
next true satanic warriors. No, it is not, because Mexican freaks prepared some
stories about something real, about our flesh. Unfortunately this tale isn’t
nice or pleasant, as the flesh condition is not the best: with music and lyrics
Disgorge shows the charms of medicine and pathophysiology. In one sentence:
welcome on gore/grind board. This album is a flat denial of good taste and
sensitivity. It isn’t thing for ‘usual’ metal fan (you know, Maiden, Metallica,
Nightwish…), though the processes Disgorge is trying to describe are taken from
our poor life. For sure this rotten trio knows very good the band called
Carcass, for sure their second offal “Symphonies of Sickness” is like a bible
for Mexicans, but as compared to all the Liverpool things, Queretaro boys
reached another (better!) level in gore/grind execution. I think the difference
gets out of this incredible sickness and morbid, pathological atmosphere, even
describing this putrid music as ‘climatic’ gore/grind is not a mistake here. It
sounds unbelievably, but musical Disgorge side is just better in overall
perception. Simply sicker stuff… so, did the student surpass the master? The
answer isn’t one-valued though…
The first version of “Chronic Corpora Infest” consists
of nine tracks (my reissue has additional four bonus songs), but their names
aren’t easy stuff to remember or shouting on the gigs, just take a look on the
songs number one or two and try to say it without stammering. Fortunately the
music itself is more come-at-able and easier than medical lyrics. I wrote
earlier about this putridness in surrounding atmosphere which was the first
feeling concerning the album. The first award goes to Antimo who sings here. Hm,
“sings”, is it a correct word? Of corpse not! And what is more, he proposes
many ways of it. I have an impression that he tries to show the sounds from
every human hole. I can hear growls, shrieks, gutturals, vomits, yawps,
grumbles, or melanemesis, copremesis and cholemesis if I’d like to write it in pathological
Disgorge way.
Beyond doubt “Rancid Bowel Sarcoma” is the best track
here because of two reasons at least. Firstly, this is the only song with no
introduction or horror movie samples, secondly, it contains absolutely great
Swedish-like slow-down about third minute lasting circa thirty seconds. Similar
thing is shown in “Lymphatic Orgy in an Ulcerated Incubation”, but it isn’t
such characteristic. As I wrote about horror movie introductions, Mexicans
really exaggerate with it. The basic version of the album lasts about 41
minutes while introductions almost nine! Take a listen to the eight highlight
“Gribbled Maggotized Pregnant Inside into a Fetid Renal Sarna”: two minutes and
twenty seconds wasted on useless intro! This is the main and only complaint
that refers to this album and has a big influence on the final mark, however
the last track “Pedophilamorphia of Excreachollemical Endolapse” (man, I love
these fabulous titles!) has really nice ending tunes, it is like an alleviation
after forty minutes of unspeakable medicine horror. Writing about realization
of sounds, it must be declared: expect no sterile or even clear tunes, yet
everything is definitely audible. Disgorge walks the underground way, though
the guitars lines should be recorded a bit louder I guess. Fortunately, during
such a violent show, the music doesn’t become a shapeless pulp. In general, the
production is a solid base to succeed. I mean, to call this album as ‘sick’. The
second component part is the music itself of course. And what is shown on the
stage? A full musical range, indeed, as these worshippers of medicine deliver
torture of all kind: from slow, heavy, crippling almost doomish whiles to fast
and frantic pace decorated by unmerciful blast beats. The guitar works are
supported by Antimo’s polite bass and it is a good complement to the sound wall
that falls down on my senses. Of corpse, writing about the devastation caused
by this album, it is absolutely necessary to make mention on Guillermo and his
instrument. I love his performance a lot, as he doesn’t offer boring blasts only.
He play is very irregular and arrhythmic, mostly it is served in mid-paced or
just fast manner. Brain death guaranteed.
I haven’t first press of this album, my version
re-released by American Line has also four bonus tracks as mentioned above: two
of them are taken from a split with Squash Bowels, the remainder is the
rehearsal stuff with very poor quality. All in all, I treat it as a good and
interesting part, causing next pleasant illness like balanoblennorrhoea or pylethrombophlebitis.
Sounds pretty gorgeous? Yes, exactly. And to cut it short: in the world of gore
and pathological releases, “Chronic Corpora Infest” is a better kind. I know
about its legendary status in some circles, especially in Mexico, and I have to
admit the right such a statement: the album is decorated (is it a proper word?)
by memorable front cover and murderous music as well. The sounds emanate an
unique kind of rotten and mortuary atmosphere, it is easy to feel, indeed. And
it is truly exploit to reach such things not using keyboards like in doom/death
or gothic bands. Only guitar, bass and vocals. Simple explanation?
Well, can I now confirm Antimo’s words and write about
“Chronic Corpora Infest” as a deadly virus? Yes, I can. Surely. This clas-sick
gore slab is definitely worth of checking out… of corpse if you’re brave
enough!
90/100
-Tlacaxipehualiztli
(written on March, 2014)