### Harm: Cadaver Christi

#### 13/01/14 || Ironpants

“Stay out of harms reach.”

Oh dear! As a mass consumer you hear a lot of stuff 24/7 and many times there are small details that annoys you and sometimes everything is a real catastrophe. You know? Like when you are at work, and you get engaged in a fart war with a colleague, and you get some annoying shit stains in your boxers. You don’t care, cause it was funny and you manage through the day before you get home and can take a shower and get some clean underwear. Sometimes though, it goes to far and you shit your pants, and you have to quit early and go home and change? Never happened to you? Oh well…

This album is one of the above… the one when you have to quit and go home. As much as I love death metal, equally much I fucken hate shitty death metal. Chris Reifert is a fucken Pavarotti compared to Blitzkrieg Barkley (Yeah? What?) and the drummer is not only sloppy, he uses a closed hi-hat so that you really can hear his sloppiness even clearer. Open up the hi-hat bro! Put the “s-s-s-s-s” to the “ti-ti-ti-ti” and hide your mistakes. Top that off with basic evil lyrics and some riffs taken straight out of the book “Death metal for dummies” and you are done. Don’t believe me? Check this out!

3/10: Come on you guys, straighten up and deliver some quality.