I don't know if it because of Halloween that I came to review this ghastly sort of filth, as here in Israel we don't celebrate the eve of ghouls and monsters, or it was just the cause of a random chance. Either way, I stumbled on something filthy, raw, and contaminated with blood, guts and a load some of gore; this wretched Swedish phenomenon is called REVOLTING. For one thing, the is trio of maniacs surely lived up their name in addition to their resemblance as a sort of a flesh eating circus maintained by deformed occupants. Just as their name and looks, their music played out accordingly with downward spawned Death Metal, a putrid version of the early Swedish brand of the early 90s, think about early shape of DISMEMBER but with extra gore on the side, like a warm salad with maggot crust. I had the chance to the explore the band's new album, "Hymns Of Ghastly Horror", released by F.D.A. Rekotz, and boy was I mangled by it, took me back to the genre's of glory but right there at the spot it also sent me wishing for a quick summary and off to something else. Not rest for the wicked you say, I say endless rest for the mutilated.

Honestly, this album started as a rather promising venture. I didn't mind the guttural low toned vocals of the flesh feeder, Rogga Johansson, which also handled the guitar duties, and I also didn't mind, at first at least of the basic role, for this type of Death Metal, of the drumming of the supposed grinder, Mutated Martin. I didn't mention the bass work of Grotesque Tobias as due the overstuffed production he was barely heard just only when he played alone, which was almost never. "Their Thoughts Can Kill" and the following chugger, "Ravenous Alien Spawn" reminded me of the old Swedish inputs of the sweet past, especially with the great riffing and energetic melodies. Even a few notable solos were squeezed in the havoc, but sadly it was a little tough to distinguish some of their finest moments. Except from the chunky instrumental overture of "The Thing That C.H.U.D. Not Be", which aside from the comic approach sanctioned by the title actually has something in it, the road south forced the issue on the rest of the material. I liked the band's supposed antics with their horrific chanting and musical display of chaos and disorder, but too much disorder, especially with a rough produced release, is a hard thing to really enjoy. I even became exhausted of the vocals after a while as only the melodic riffing, which was somewhat subdued by the intensity of the rhythm guitar wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger for a true form of old Swedish Death Metal.

"Hymns Of Ghastly Horror" commenced with a promise that after a while faded away as if it never existed beforehand. I just wish that this band will have the wits to return to the studio and compose and record material in such a way that it would do justice for the local extreme elders.