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Marduk: Wormwood
20/10/09 || Kampfar
Marduk and I think all of you should die prematurely. Everyone dies eventually, expect Faeces of course, so we both would like to stress that all and relatives should have stopped wasting perfectly good air yesterday. Talking about yesterday, Yoko Ono should be force-fed whatever left of her former husband through her vagina, nose and ass. Fucking hell, wouldn’t surprise me if the mean cunt – a prehistoric Sharon Osbourne if you like – hired Mr. Chapman to finish off the bespectacled sod only to secure him status as legend and undisputed penis forever and beyond. Perhaps he asked her permission to shit on her face one day and then, not exactly out of nowhere, she decided to finish him off before he shat all over his amazing reputation? Imagine that, dickweed!
Don’t blame me, the at times fine orchestra known as the Beatles and their obsession with myth fucking asked for it. I know, Mr. Lennon wasn’t the fab four all by himself, but I’d (can’t buy me) love to beat the still living members of just mentioned quartet to death regardless. And it wouldn’t take long, not even if the slaying was executed with one of them those plastic guitars made famous by Guitar Zero. Ringo and Paul, prepare to get your ugly faces redrawn! Yep, I suck harder than a turbo-charged vacuum cleaner at that game. Dickface.
Dickface is not an offensive word, nigger still is, but let’s head to Babylon and meet up with Marduk already.
I fell in mutual hate with Marduk once I had randomly purchased and listened to “Nightwing”. I don’t like “World funeral” very much, uninspired and tame vocals the sole reason, but fuck knows I’ll adore “Panzer division Marduk” till death rapeth my ass. Then again, if fuck happened to read the review I did on just mentioned album, Mr. Fuck would end up confused. What I am trying to say is this: forget I wrote it, blame it on Allah, Jehova or any other so-called god claiming to have created everything and then some.
The 3 albums mentioned in the paragraph above represents my main experiences with Marduk. I’ve listened to but not consumed any of their albums since “World funeral”, which translates to me not being the one to tell you the difference between this one and “Rom 5-12”. I’ve read and heard lots of good things about the latter but for some reason I haven’t given it a proper chance yet. I think the reason is because I tend to put on “Panzer Division Fuckyouall” when in the mood for this band named after what Christian and Muslim crap would label a heathen god. Case solved.
Let’s all pray upon Marduk and ask of him to eradicate all those sods I just mentioned. Except Inquisitorgeneralis, our resident Catholic, of course.
“Wormwood” is roughly put an unholy marriage between Marduk and Funeral Mist, and what I just claimed translates to an album sporting as many slow, atmospheric songs as it does blasterpieces out to rape your face. Variety is ace, interracial gangbangs and all that, but variety alone won’t make an album. Or a gangbang. Yep, the return of Cpt. Obvious is here, fucking salutes and A.I.D.S. to all, and what I’m trying to say/write is that “Wormwood” deserves an actual review. Hard to notice, I know, so I’ll inhale some gasoline and get my shit together.
Done
“Wormwood”, an excellent title indeed, starts off with an unsettling intro dealing in sick throat sounds accompanied by eerie FX. Before long, after 35 seconds to be precise, Marduk once again kick into violent gear. But – and this is the most negative but I have in store this time around – the drums could’ve sounded quite a lot better. A lot better as in punctuating and pounding rather than being flat and sterile. The blasting parts suffer because of this, not very immensely, but enough to prevent me from experiencing a full-blown mental erection when spinning Marduk anno 2009. After all, here is quite some blasting.
But, as pointed out earlier, that’s circa only half the story. If you want the rest of the story I suggest you steal the album and use your ears. But – and this is the most positive but I have in store this time around – before I go and mutilate a ho I feel a need to tell you all that on “Wormwood” there is many a fine detail, like the buzzing of flies, or whatever, found circa in the middle of the opener already. Fucking hell, I also feel a need to tell you all that “Whorecrown” is the best song on this album.
Marduk still got a solid grip but this cunt will put on “Nightpenis” or “Panzer Division Markuk” when in need for them anyway.
- Information
- Released: 2009
- Label: Regain Records
- Website: www.marduk.nu
- Band
- Mortuus: vocals
- Morgan Steinmeyer: guitar
- Magnus Andersson: bass
- Lars Broddesson: drums
- Tracklist
- 01. Nowhere, no-one, nothing
- 02. Funeral dawn
- 03. This fleshly void
- 04. Unclosing the curse
- 05. Into utter madness
- 06. Phosphorus redeemer
- 07. To redirect perdition
- 08. Whorecrown
- 09. Chorus of cracking necks
- 10. As a garment
