Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis – Satyriasis And Nymphomania

Seriously, if you get past the novelty of their name, Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis is one of the best things that’s happened to goregrind in years.  Even though they started in, you know 1999.  It doesn’t feel that long though!  If ‘Satyriasis And Nymphomania’ came out yesterday, it would be just as relevant as it was back in 2002, because it truly is a pretty pivotal return (or perhaps progression) to what goregrind really SHOULD be: raw, sloppy, atmospheric, demented, and utterly antisocial.

Although numerous people would disagree with me, I’ve never thought that Carcass should be the template for goregrind.  I mean, the music’s good and all, but there’s too much humor, too much shock value for shock value’s sake; it feels overly ‘human’ in a lot of ways.  Unfair, maybe, but that’s how I feel.  This music, though, is what I feel the very base of goregrind should be based off of.  If ‘Satyriasis And Nymphomania’ was the album that started goregrind, the genre would be in a thousand times better condition than it currently is.  It’s truly fucking great music on a LOT of levels.

This album is great because it’s completely unmusical.  This music is a fucking mess structurally.  All the songs on this album are so awkward and bizarre that they must be at least partially improvised.  I’ve never heard an album that sounds like this, being so utterly sloppy, yet so undeniably MALEVOLENT.  That, in essence, is what Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis has over nearly every other goregrind band: this truly antihuman feeling.  Where Carcass had a goal behind their imagery and choice of lyrics, this Mexican trio seems to do it out of some sort of spite towards everything that could be possibly deemed ‘normal’.  Even the bleary, reddened artwork that graces this disc seems to have been selected with a special purpose.  Carcass’ gore collage might have shocked some with weaker hearts, but was more of an amusing artistic piece.  This, on the other hand, is just an unflinching look at utter gore.  Even the hastily pasted logo and title fit the imagery: no emphasis placed on professionalism at all, just on making a total package that’s as horrible as possible.

Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis can not be compared in style, musically, to anyone else.  They play a completely sloppy and haphazard form of goregrind, with strange, abstractly horrifying tremolo riffing and sludgy, atonal chord structures taking precedence over any normal grind riffs.  Drumming is barely held together with ultra-fast but quickly fading blast beats and double bass exploding into completely random fills at the end of ‘melodic’ phrases.  Vocals might be pitch-shifted; who the fuck knows.  They gurgle and occasionally gurgle at a higher pitch with no logical or definable rhythm.  The song structures are the complete antithesis of verse-chorus; they seem almost to be made up as they go along.  A section is never repeated later on in the song; a riff just gets played out and discarded while the band tanks on over to something else.  The rehearsal room sort of sound helps it sound so great: clicking, sloppy drums, very distorted guitar, and vocals that seem to be purring right into your ear.  Uncomfortable, just like it should be.

Really though, this all comes down to the mood, which is singularly evil.  A lot of goregrind bands describe various terrible thing perpetrated on unsuspecting victims, but few put you right in the fucking abattoir and make you face it.  The music lurches forward almost distastefully, like you want to take a moment to catch your breath before continuing, but the songs just continue spiraling out of control and subjecting you to more and more deviant images.  Think of it as the gurney scene from ‘Jacob’s Ladder’: it’s bad enough when it starts, but it just keeps getting worse and worse as it goes on.  Until, finally, a track ends; then another Spanish horror sample fades in, and finally, another long, winding track of goregrinding madness begins.  This is an album that really peers right into the cavern of blood and fear without ever flinching away, bookended by two bizarrely gentle clean guitar pieces.  It’s a nightmare in musical form that HAS to be heard to be believed.  Fucking genius, all around.  Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis was never this good again, but this stands as the crowning achievement of one of modern goregrind’s true greats.

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~ by noktorn on March 27, 2008.

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