on 25 April 2001
Not what you might have expected from the band that brought us such gore-splattered classics as 'Reek of Putrefaction' and 'Necrotisism...'. Carrying on from the more melodic material on the band's previous CD 'Heartwork' (a genuine classic), Carcass's ability to write some seriously clever metal riffs is on full display on 'Swansong'. From the urgent, chorus-driven opening track 'Keep on Rotting...' (what a great song title!) to the slower-paced but equally memorable 'Room 101', the tightness of the performances and the tremendous guitar solos impress. Reminiscent of Megadeth's better moments in places ('Generation Hexed', 'Black Star') but with the distinctive vocal attack that only Jeff Walker can manage, this is an album that fans of intelligent, razor-sharp metal cannot fail to enjoy. The occassional weak track (album fillers like 'Cross My Heart') are easily outnumbered by the sort of stuff most 'nu-metal' bands couldn't come close to. The name Carcass may conjure up images of white-noise racket with bizarre medical terminology lyrics - but as far as this final outing in the band's 10 year history goes, 'Don't Believe a Word'. A class act.
on 22 October 2002
In 1988 when Carcass unleashed 'Reek of Putrefaction' no one would have thought 8 years later the Liverpool death metal legends would release an album of catchy, heavy metal....but they did.
Although, shocking and very different from the bands early days of medically inspired gore grind death metal and being hardcore fans least favourite this is still a fantastic album.
Containing such gems as 'Childs Play', 'Firm Hand', 'Cross my Heart' and 'Keep on Rotting in the Free World' which all stand out very well and are all brilliantly structured tracks with catchy, groove ridden riffs.
'Tomorrow Belongs to Nobody' remains the key track on the album, nothing more to say than the track is amazing!
Buy this album and have a go at attempting not to either tap your feet or nod your head to this. Excellent!
on 31 December 2012
Death hadn't always been sure about metal in the 20'th centuries
but he was fond of a good riff, his own march contained one of the most well known riffs of all time.
Lately he'd had to spend 2 weeks at a metal wake in which the departed and subsequently nine of the mourners
became his business.
After two weeks of listening to Thin Lizzy, Metallica and Megadeath 24/7 however he'd become convinced of the need to commence a new genre of metal.
He'd already laid down the blueprint with Heartwork, now it was time to go for the jugular
Twin guitars, a properly recorded bass, louder than Heartwork, (none of your Napalm Death sheet of noise for him)and a precision hyperactive drummer
who understood light and shade---well loud and much louder.
He would take the vocals with his rattling whisper and the guitars would define a melody the the punters could hum.
But wait, the band was already there, called Carcass, a most suitable name. Death rubbed his bony hands together.
He would call it melodic metal.
It would be good.
It would be indespensible.