Beer Corpse

Any bonafide 'banger has had that moment where someone, be it a friend, stranger or relative, has grunted about how their music is "just a bunch of noise." It would seem that Australian death metallers Beer Corpse have taken that statement to heart, issuing ten songs, in 11 minutes, of little more than musical babbling. While many of the halftime riffs are outright impressive, creating a battering aural assault worthy of the best circle pit, when they get into their grind mode and bash away as fast as possible, everything is lost. There's no sense of timing, structure or even differentiation of notes. Moreover, a vocalist who would sound more on-key if he were simply clearing his throat into a microphone (a true step up from what's delivered here) brings the entire experience down to a new level of pointlessness, cacophony and futility. Hey, 1994 called; they want Broken Hope's riffs back.