Autopsy is the kind of band for people who play Slayer with their dates ("God Hates Us All" or "Christ Illusion")right after they get out of Sunday school for quiet meditative inspiration. The kind of band that makes jackhammers sound like butterflies. The kind that could make it possible for Cannibal Corpse to sponsor their own Girl Scout troop. You get the picture.
In other words, it's great stuff. Autopsy may not have sold as many albums as CC or perhaps Death or Morbid Angel, but in terms of pure unadulterated nasty death metal, their fans are ferociously devoted, and other musicians cite them as huge influences.
After a dry spell in the 'OO's following their early heyday in the late '80's, Autopsy came roaring back on the scene with a crushing new album "Macabre Eternal" that showed they still had more chops and brutality than anybody out there. That return was successful enough for Chris Reifert and company to re-record most of their numerous EP's and write some new material for the equally punishing "All Tomorrow's Funerals". Packed with over 70 minutes of the heaviest riffage ever created by mortals, Autopsy have served notice to all comers that they are truly kings of the death metal mountain. This blend of gory lyrics that are equally as vile as anything Cannibal Corpse have written and a positively lethal barrage of sound that recalls the intensity sometimes of the most intense hardcore of the '80's, technical chops and vocals that come straight out of a padded cell define "All Tomorrow's Funerals". It doesn't sound like a compilation CD at all. For my money not having heard the original EP's or early albums, it could just as easily be the new all original followup to "Macabre Eternal". I listened to this on my way home on the interstate on a business trip and I'm glad I had cruise control because this band gives you the option of giving in to their attack or hitting the ditch trying to get the hell out of the way.
It's the purest essence of the nastiest meanest metal music ever recorded, and not for lightweights. You're either metal enough to handle this incredible band or you aren't. Autopsy offer no room for fence straddlers. It simply doesn't get any more brutal than this.