### Brutal Truth: Need to control

#### 15/01/08 || Kampfar

Once upon the time I was retard, aka young, and thought of ”Need for control” as a soft, close to sell out release. All it took for me to reach such a conclusion was the lack of the inhumanely fast blast as found on their ”Extreme conditions…” album. I’m sure I used like half a spin to judge it as a shit album, which is kinda cool, but not a feasible quality for a reviewer aiming to be among the very best. So, here I am, old, bitter and grumpy, yet also fucked and jaded like a gangbanged slit. But wise.

Hurray for me, though most so for ”Need to control”

Filthy, noisy and mean, experimental and diverse, are words together making a fucking apt description of this album. I’m ace at this, I know, but this is common knowledge, so let’s concentrate. I said diverse, yes I did, but it is a coherent dish, a grind meal focused and structured enough to satisfy the need for control but always present is chaos itself, lurking in the background, adding depth to the music as death do to life. Not quite, but it’s at least a vital dimension for the album to be the grower and stayer it indeed is. Much like my erection. You can be damn sure there are some whizz and wheezes, clunks and clanks, not picked up the first couple of rounds, or which you have forgotten since last the two of you coupled.

”Need for penis” starts out with a slugger, one going straight for your stomach if played on a fine rack, close to or akin to that of Monica Sweetheart in her prime. This sluggish piece of quality goes under the name ”Collapse,” and it sure as dick in whore is a fitting name for the mean crawler, one spiced up with the gurgling sounds of a water pipe in constant use. Pass that shit down.

Those aching for the blasts needn’t wait long as they are introduced in full fashion in song 2 already, ”Black door mine,” a full frontal grind attack there. And so is ”Turn face,” but ”Godplayer” sees a shift of pace, or rather a mingling of the ingredients. It starts out mid-tempo, erupts into blasting, and so on it goes, back and forth, fluently and at all times violent and noisy, straight from the fucking heart. Just the way I like it.

In addition they have made pure noise tracks, two to be precise, both defending their taken space on the album. “Iron lung” serves as fine interlude, and the band may very well have captured some of the shitty feeling conjured by being stuck in one of them breathing apparatuses at it. All comatose and shit, rechristened carrot by friends and family, only this vegetable is of no use whatsoever. Or it could only be because the way it is named, tricking my brain into believing it to be so. Anyway, works for me.

Oh, and they did an excellent cover too, namely “Media blitz,” which was penned by an outfit named The Germs. A nice fucking name, and the tune isn’t any worse. At least not when performed by these drug crazed grind fiends.

It helps little to have an excellent band, pulling off fluent moves like Jet Lee on speed, without a vocalist to support their craftmanship. Kevin Sharp supports, but he is as much a fucking foundation. God damn how hard this man rips and roars, even more so than a pack of ravenous whores. On GHB. I know Seth from Anal Cunt has made an effort making fun of this Mr. Sharp, but in this case I’d say he missed the marked completely.

Bear in mind I have never heard them live.

In an interview I did with Danny Curls, not the best of its kind, he singled out “Need for control as his least favorite BT album. I’m residing happily way on the other side.

9 out of 10

- Information
- Released: 1994
- Label: Earache records
- Website: www.brutaltruth.com
- Band
- Kevin Sharp: vocals
- Brent McCarthy: guitar
- Danny Lilker: bass
- Rich Hoak: drums

- Tracklist
- 01. Collapse
- 02. Black Door Mine
- 03. Turn Face
- 04. Godplayer
- 05. I See Red
- 06. Ironlung
- 07. Bite The Hand
- 08. Ordinary Madness
- 09. Media Blitz
- 10. Judgement
- 11. Brain Trust
- 12. Choice Of A New Generation
- 13. Mainliner
- 14. Displacement
- 15. Crawlspace