### Expulsion: Wasteworld

#### 23/11/09 || Trauma

- Can you tell me what’s wrong, doc?

- Mr. Traumatizer, I think you may want to sit down for this.

- Aww shit, doc. Please don’t tell me it’s Syphilis. I didn’t even last 15 seconds, that’s almost totally unfair.

- No, I’m afraid it’s much worse than that.

- What the fuck could possibly be worse than Syphilis? HIV? Testicular cancer?

- Well, for one it’s the cause of your terrible dry-skin patches.

- Wait, that’s not psoriasis?

- No, what you have is… You have the…

… Deathrash. Blackened deathrash, to be exact.

- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Quite seriously, I hate even having to make some distinction by means of the classification of death/thrash morphing into this horribly used deathrash spelling, let alone any genre classifications that stray from rock, metal, jazz, blues and shit. Want to know what artists comprise of the shit genre? Take a look at any Top 40 chart and you’ll see plenty of examples. At least Expulsion describes themselves simply as metal, it makes it so much easier.

Unfortunately for my grievances, black/death/thrash is the most efficient explanation for this music presented here. It’s got the atmosphere of black metal that comes with certain chords and melody (I use that term broadly), the brutality and intensity of death metal, and the attitude and riffing of thrash metal. Or something, describing intricacies of musical styles never was my forte. In the end, though, they are doing their own thing, meshing whatever styles of metal they want very well together. From the get-go (well, after the now seemingly obligatory intro track) you’ve got yourselves a relentless metal attack on your ears and genitalia. Groundbreaking? No. Entertaining and worthy of listen or twenty? Yes.

None of the songs go on for too long, either, with you being able to get through this album at just over half an hour. That is a definite plus, especially when the tracks are pretty punishing. A lot of the riffs have similarities, but not in such a way that it gets boring. You see, it’s so easy to listen to the album straight through, like one really cool and long song that changes tempos and riffs constantly. Speaking of that, my right arm hurts just thinking about how fast these guys are constantly picking. Not Demonaz debilitating, though, but these guys are at it non-stop. Tremolo riffing up the muthafucken ass, I tell you! I like it a lot, by the way. It adds to the attitude. The production fares positively. It’s a fucken riff factory of an album handled well sonically. Back to the guitars, I love the solos. I always love me some good solos more than whammy noise, and these tulip lovers deliver.

I cannot for the life of me pick out anything that I don’t like about this album. There are two small instrumental tracks, but they are so effective in their timing between songs, it works. Go figure. This is a seriously good fucken album. Can’t find the album in your record store? Check ‘em out on MySpace ASAP, Broseph.

Recommended tracks: “Land of empty graves”, “Necronomicon”, “End of days”, and “Promise never made”. Or just buy this.

- Information
- Released: 2009
- Label: Deepsend
- Website: Expulsion MySpace
- Band
- A.B.: vocals
- R.B.: guitar
- M.P.: guitar
- S.O.: bass
- M.S.: drums

- Tracklist
- 1. Avidya
- 2. Land of empty graves
- 3. Neoconomicon
- 4. End of days
- 5. Martyr
- 6. Messianic shadows
- 7. Promise never made
- 8. Police state tranquillity
- 9. Wasteworld
- 10. Spirit emission
- 11. Avidya II
- 12. Re-examination