Hey there you filthy animals! Is gore what you seek? Do you drink buckets of blood in the morning instead of coffee to get you going? Do you like music that is visceral and can take your head off in one foul swoop? Well if you checked the box next to any of those questions, then this album is probably for you. Under Fetid Corpses hails from Portugal, and is one of many sickening acts from Portugal. Archives of Carnage pack in thirteen ripping songs, and just from judging from their name and the perverse art work-as well as my questions above-you can pretty much deduce what these guys are all about, and that would be sickening perverse acts of violence and death.
Archives of Carnage was released earlier this year, and as I mentioned above there are thirteen songs that are held captive within the CD case walls. The album is short for there being thirteen songs, but these songs are very short with the longest song being one second over two minutes.
With this album blowing by you in a blink of an eye, Under Fetid Corpses really need to put on a show and the show needs to be the equivalent of someone strapping you to a chair duct taping dynamite to your chest and having you explode in bloody carnage. That should be the goal for this album, and that mark is hit relatively quickly.
I will admit, nothing on this album is ground breaking and you won’t find anything on here that no one else is doing. With that being said, if you’re just looking for that dynamite blast and buckets of entrails, then Under Fetid Corpses is your band.
Right off the bat and from the charmingly named Intro(duction of Needles in the Meatus) that melts into the equally charming gore ballad Excretion of the Lacerated Foetus you get exposed to everything that Under Fetid Corpses is about. The rest of the eleven songs rip and tear and hack chunks of flesh off your bone whether you want to or not. I’d have to assume that you wouldn’t want your flesh ripped off, but this is forceful and you have no choice.
To solidify your demise the guitars blast and buzz like chainsaws, while the blasting drums sound hit you like a sack of hammers, and meanwhile the bass pounds away in the background. All the while in the foreground the vocalist growls and screams with the best of them, sounding like he’s being sodomized with a pitchfork(which in this case is a good thing, it’s a compliment). His gutturals are certainly monstrous, and to add variety there are some bile lined mids thrown in as well.
So as an overall, Under Fetid Corpses and their album Archives of Carnage reeks of maggot filled flesh, bile, and death. And as stated above, there is nothing here that is revolutionary, but if you’re not looking for an album that is revolutionary and you’re just looking for an album that will pummel your skull enough until your eyes fall out of your sockets, then Under Fetid Corpses is for you.