Necrotic Symphony Gore – A Chaotic Masterpiece That Will Melt Your Face Off (and Maybe Your Brain Too)
Released in 1994 by the Spanish label Kolectivo T.D.T., Necrotic Symphony Gore is not just an album—it’s a full-blown auditory assault on your sanity. This death metal/grindcore/noise hybrid from Necrotic Symphony Gore is like a rusty blender filled with broken glass, sour milk, and raw rage. If you’re into music that feels like it was recorded inside a slaughterhouse during an earthquake, this one’s for you.
The lineup reads like some sort of demented DIY project, with Fran Peluca handling vocals and bass for half the tracks while Javi takes over the other half. The band’s chaotic energy seeps through every pore of this record, thanks to the wild production helmed by Kolectivo T.D.T. And let’s not forget Juan Calvellido’s grotesque artwork, which perfectly matches the vibe: unsettling, gory, and strangely hypnotic.
Now, onto the meat (or should I say gore?) of the matter—two standout tracks that’ll stick to your brain like gum under a desk:
"Me Voy A Suicidar"
This track hits you like a punch to the gut followed by a kick to the teeth. It’s raw, relentless, and dripping with despair. Fran Peluca’s vocals sound like he's screaming into a void while being chased by demons. You can practically hear the existential crisis unfolding in real time. What makes this song unforgettable isn’t just its brutality but also how unapologetically bleak it feels. By the end, you’re left wondering if they actually did go through with it—or maybe they just wanted us to think so. Either way, it’s haunting as hell.
"Septicemia Engendered By A Peritoneal Infection"
If medical textbooks could scream, this would be their soundtrack. The title alone sounds like something out of a horror movie, and the music delivers on that promise. Antonio’s guitar riffs are jagged and dissonant, like shards of glass cutting through your eardrums, while A. Morilla’s drumming pounds away like a jackhammer operated by Satan himself. This track feels less like a song and more like a fever dream where science meets savagery. Every second of it is nauseatingly heavy, yet weirdly fascinating—you know you shouldn’t listen again, but you can’t help yourself.
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What sets Necrotic Symphony Gore apart isn’t just its technical prowess or genre-bending chaos; it’s the sheer audacity of it all. These guys weren’t trying to make “accessible” music—they were making art that challenges your limits and forces you to confront the darkest corners of human experience. Tracks like these aren’t meant to comfort you—they’re meant to destroy you, piece by bloody piece.
And honestly? That’s what makes it so damn brilliant. Sure, it’s messy, abrasive, and borderline unhinged—but life itself is messy too. Sometimes, we need music that reflects that chaos instead of pretending everything’s fine.
So here’s my unexpected takeaway: listening to Necrotic Symphony Gore feels a lot like eating spicy food. At first, it burns like hell, and you question why anyone would willingly subject themselves to such torture. But then, somewhere between the pain and the madness, you start to love it. Weird, right?
Final verdict: If you’ve got the stomach for it, crank this album up loud enough to piss off your neighbors. Just don’t blame me when your speakers explode.
