Elementary Fantasy Of Dismemberment And Cannibalism In Art – A Grindcore Carnage Worth Your Eardrums
Alright, buckle up, because this album is not for the faint of heart. Elementary Fantasy Of Dismemberment And Cannibalism In Art by Fermented Fetus, Cannibe, and Granulosa Blenorragia Peste is a relentless grindcore assault straight outta Italy in 2013. Released under Neurotic Anger Prods, it’s like someone took all your worst nightmares, cranked them to eleven, and shoved 'em into a blender set on "puree." If you're into music that punches you in the face while screaming about death, disease, and dismemberment, congrats—you’ve hit the jackpot.
Let’s cut to the chase: this record is chaos incarnate. Tracks whip back and forth between the three bands, each bringing their own flavor of brutality. There are 20 tracks here, but let me tell ya—two stuck with me like gum on a hot sidewalk: Cannibe Track 04 and Fermented Fetus Track 07.
First off, Cannibe Track 04 slaps harder than a pissed-off pitbull. The riffs come at you like machine gun fire, chaotic yet oddly hypnotic. It’s raw, nasty, and leaves zero room for breath. You know those moments when you think, “Damn, how much filth can they cram into one song?” Yeah, that’s this track. Every blastbeat feels like a kick to the ribs, and the vocals? Pure throat-shredding insanity. By the time it ends, you’re left gasping like you just ran a marathon through barbed wire.
Then there’s Fermented Fetus Track 07—a slow-motion car crash wrapped in audio form. This one's got more groove than most of the other tracks, which makes it stand out like a sore thumb. Don’t get me wrong—it’s still brutal as hell, but instead of slamming you headfirst into a brick wall, it drags you through the mud first. The basslines rumble like distant thunder, and the shrieks sound like something dying painfully (which, honestly, might be accurate). It’s disgusting, mesmerizing, and impossible to forget.
Now, I gotta admit, listening to this whole thing feels like being trapped in a slaughterhouse during an earthquake. But hey, isn’t that kinda the point? These guys aren’t trying to win Grammys or make elevator music—they’re crafting auditory horror shows designed to mess you up. And damn if they don’t succeed.
Here’s the kicker though: after blasting this album five times in a row, I started wondering… what kind of twisted genius names their project Granulosa Blenorragia Peste? Seriously, look it up—it sounds like a medical condition you don’t wanna catch. Maybe that’s part of the charm. Or maybe these dudes were dared to do it. Either way, hats off to ‘em.
Final verdict? If you dig grindcore that doesn’t hold back—even for a second—grab this album. Just don’t blame me if your neighbors call the cops thinking someone’s torturing animals next door. Oh, and word to the wise: crank it loud. Real loud.
