### Murder Corporation: Tagged and bagged

#### 18/08/10 || Kampfar

I’ve got murder on mind, Odin in heart, and a gigantic dildo stuck up my ass. That dildo nonsense is of course not true, it isn’t that big, but killing in the name of just mentioned chap sure sounds incredibly tempting to me. Right now, you fucking imbeciles, I envision myself as the leader of a panzer division heading towards Mecca and Medina with the intent of doing total damage. In our glorious path, Jerusalem and The Vatican lies properly ruined beyond all recognition. With wank on top. Me and my crew of course did it all in the name of Wotan.

Fuck you and the whore you rode in on.

The campaign I’m daydreaming about wouldn’t be a swift one – unless measured in decades – and this means me and my crew would have to bring lots of music – and drugs – to make the long trip performed in snail pace an enjoyable one. No ballads allowed, of course, such a travesty brought along making sure whoever brought it receives a shot to the face. Nah, make that an extended magazine filled to the brim with hollow point ammunition.

Fuck you and the whole of humanity.

If one-dimensional death out to take no prisoners is what your ears like the most, Murder Corporation is very likely to inflict an eargasm upon ye. It doesn’t upon me, I don’t even know what my favorite genre of music would be these days, but I very well know that I dig what these here Swedes have on the menu whenever I find myself in a desperate need of bashing skulls using this hammer of mine manufactured in Valhall by Draugadróttinn himself. That strange name I just namedropped is – like Yggr, this variant translating to “terrible one” – just one of many names to use if you decide to call upon the most awesome deity of them all. Fuck Christ, fuck Muhammad, fuck Buddha, fuck Jehovah, fuck Allah. Oops, I have nothing against Buddha, but I wouldn’t trade him for Bölverkr even if offered all the money currently circulating this world made of shit. Not a chance.

Hail Síðskeggr!

“Tagged and bagged” is one-dimensional death indeed, sophistication not to be found anywhere on this fine platter into splatter. Hate, anger, and bloody fucking violence, on the other hand, happens all the time. Sophisticated or not, the dudes doing the deeds – all of them once found in nowadays defunct Deranged – certainly knew how to properly rape their instruments. And the production isn’t entirely made of suck either. But, and fuck you, if someone told me they spent more than a week recording this affair I would all of a sudden find myself in a state of immense surprisement.

Put short, if you want burly death with lots of intensity but no blast, and growls emerging from the pits of hell, do check this motherfucker out. Especially recommended for fans of Deranged and Killaman.

- Information
- Released: 2001
- Label: Psychic Scream/Displeased Records
- Website: Murder Corporation
- Band
- Johan Anderberg: vocals, bass
- Johan Axelsson: guitar
- Rikard Wermén: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. Kill for recreation
- 02. Bite your own tale
- 03. Superior firepower
- 04. Survive (Nuclear Assault cover)
- 05. Stashed in the trunk
- 06. Guerilla 2000
- 07. Me against the world
- 08. Worth shit
- 09. Reverse and despise
- 10. Inhuman endeavor
- 11. Interstate bloodshed