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| Abosranie Bogom [Rus] Coprotherapy Self released No code What a stoolish delight we have here. This release showcases some lovely coprophagous Russian Grindcore that is truly saturated in faeces. |
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| The musical turd that results from the grindings of this act is certainly slippery and pliant enough to fit into the sub genre of Shitgrind [or Coprogrind, a term that main Abosranie Bogom log lover Jash would prefer his band to be filed under], as we shall see during the moist anal contractions of this here review. Shat out in 1998, Abosranie Bogom has had such soiled sickos as The COlon Grinding Corpse Butcher of Intestinal Disgorge and Demonic E of Demonic Orgy and Uterus among its rank ranks, both of whom played drums on Jash's foul compositions. Having already given the underground a violent headache with the Isus Pokritiy Ponosom demo, which subsequently featured on the 4-Way Regurgitation release alongside material by Slough, and the aforementioned Demonic Orgy and Intestinal Disgorge, Jash defecated this repugnant series of stenches, going under his poodonym Shit Eater. Coprotherapy started with Forced To Swallow Feces, which features a puking intro, both mid paced and fast grinding riffs and beatings. Said sounds are daubed with vokills that are swamped in various effect to pervert their pitch and tonality. These elements provide the firm, brown base of Coprotherapy, the guitar relentless in its barrage of low tuned riffs, which vary from large healthy grooveturds to rapid, quickfire porcelain pebbledashery. On occassion, much sludgier depths of the overflowing toilet bowl are plumbed with slower flushing riffery. All given types of riff involve a moderate amount of palm muting. Drums follow the same patterns as described above, doing well to keep the solid beat of each number two orientated number, often introducing a song with three or four successive hits. The vokills are certainly the most versatile ingredient in this bubbly toilet soup, all of them engulfed in a multitude of effects. The resulting glutinous mess is a lot of guttural vox, mangled and twisted in several directions beyond all recognition, peppered with a couple of shrieks. They usually continue to gurgle after the music has ended, spitting thick lavatorial sludge at us from the speakers. Elsewhere on the release, a substantial number of effects teased bodily function sounds replace the voice, seeing belches and farts taking the mic. Both creative and chuckleworthy. |
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| Abosranie Bogom have commingled an assortment of influences, forging quite an original musical style. After a fair few listens, the sound is pretty much unmistakable, though the bands whom Jash has taken his cue from are very distinct. Many parts of Coprotherapy are very similar to those of perverse yet tasteful bondage luminaries Cock And Ball Torture, whilst others are akin to the immortal grindings of Porngrind Godz Gut and splattered Swedish knaves Regurgitate. Though such bands specialise in some rather basic yet easily memorable guitar riffs, it may be said that Abosranie Bogom takes their methods and strips them down even further, the increased simiplicity resulting in a sleazier, shittier vibe. The actual sound itself is a bit like squealers Intestinal Disgorge and French anarcho Noisegrind outfit Rotten Cunt. Tribute is payed ot central influence Gut on a great cover version of Lips - The Passage To Pleasure, which brings the disc to a close. The sound samples used as intros to a lot of the songs is a predominant part of the atmosphere brought about by Coprotherapy, carefully selected from Jash's sick collection of underground pornography films. Chosen clips range from the sounds of people retching and vomiting, possibly whilst eating faeces or drinking piss or semen, to rather amusing squelchy bouts of chronic diahorrea. One particularly disturbing intro is the sound of a lass apparently being raped. Call me a 'pussy' if you wish, but I usually skip that bit along. The rest of the intros are spoken word movie samples involving the rectum in one way or another. A fair few tracks on here definitely catch your attention, sticking out like tapered turds from amongst the sloppy brown quagmire. The song Pregnant With Turds is excellent, its catchy as fuck chugging riffs, fast beating, shite smeared vox and alternating on/off palm muting constitute a raging scat anthem. Coprotherapy Treatment is another good one, grinding forth a riff so brown-tuned that the guitar strings must be hanging somewhere round Jash's ankles. Excrementhrone, The Fear Of Flushing and Clinical Death Of An Excrement are also winners, what with their infectious riffage and respective diarrhoeic and gastronomic narrations. The songs are recorded on a personal computer, so obviously the production isn't of the highest quality and sheen. Despite the fact that this does take away from the power and punch they would have had with better recording, it does serve to enhance the dirty feel of the tracks. Overall then, Coprotherapy is simple and effectual, displaying the competent songwriting talents of an abnormal yet jocular mind. Riff after riff of momentous grinding and crashing beats make for a continously writhing groove, drenched by vokills immersed in all manner of effects. This generates an atmosphere that is thick and unsettling, at times amusing. The alterantely sickening and amusing intros do well to intensify this. Uncomplicated and chunky Porngrind with a nasty scatological theme. Put your name down for an appointment with Dr Jash and get yersen some Coprotherapy 4/5 May cause discolouration of stools. Click here if you want to see the tracklist and other release details. |
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