### Pessimist: Blood for the gods

#### 28/10/09 || Daemonomania

The gods want some fucken BLOOD, dammit! They’re done with burnt animal carcasses, mead, and crack cocaine. You better go get ‘em a couple gallons of the red stuff, or else your toga/sari/yeasty vag is going up in heavenly flames.

So the hardworking dudes in Pessimist have been churning out brutal black/death from ‘93 to infinity. They HAIL!HOMO from the dirtiest, most douchebag per square inch city in the entire continental Yewnited States – Baltimore, MD. And they are evil. Oh, so evil. With a clearly Americanized modus operandi, compiled from the exalted tomes of Cannibal Corpse, Deicide, Malevolent Creation, and Monstrosity, these lads have managed to put out only three full albums in 16 years. Lucifer, unlike the Muses, doesn’t just dish out inspiration left and right. If you’re lucky his black bifurcated tongue will slip into your ear and whisper daemonic secrets once a decade. But they’ll be good ideas, youbetcha.

Sadly the band was shat upon by a bad Eric Rutan production on their latest, “Slaughtering the Faithful”, and their reputation among death-heads seems to have suffered. Ignore this and pick up “Blood for the Gorods”. It is sweet. Blasting, grooves, nastiness, originality, movie samples, pessimism. If you’re a fan of the early Floridian scene “BFTG” will cause your smalldong to rise in the fashion of an ancient Egyptian city out of the sands like the upcoming feature film “The Mummy IX” (in which all dialogue thankfully is replaced by Karl Sanders’ greatest hits).

Yes, Rutan got nowhere near this one so the skillz of Pessimista’s individual members are allowed to shine through in a violent, none-too-digitized mix. And almost everyone is at the top of their game. Except the lead vocalist, Rob Kline, who too often strays into the raghraghraghragh, rarr rarr rarr rarr rarr! style of growling that is so often mocked by foolish DM antifan jizzgarglers worldwide. High pitched vox are ace though.

Not much more to say, really. While this ain’t the most mindboggling shit since Chuck’s skeletal fingers first glided along the strings in the time before time, it is very solid. Like eating a big Italian cold cut hero. Satisfying. Pleasurable. Meaty. Not to mention “Tunnel Rats” has some PTSD-Vietnam lyrics. And nothing is more metal than ‘Nam-induced PTSD.

- Information
- Released: 1999
- Label: Lost Disciple Records
- Website: www.pessimist.com
- Band
- Rob Kline: vocals
- Chris Pernia: drums
- Kelly McLauchlin: guitars, vocals
- Tony Pernia: bass

- Tracklist
- 01. Century of Lies
- 02. Unspeakable Terror
- 03. Psychological Autopsy
- 04. Demonic Embrace
- 05. Mens Rea
- 06. Whore of the Undead
- 07. Unborn (Father)
- 08. Tunnel Rats
- 09. Wretched of the Earth