Agoraphobic Nosebleed - North American Corpse Desecration

Riff mark: 00:23

The immediate problem with Frozen Corpse Stuffed With Dope can be identified in less than 45 seconds, in which everything humanly possible is crammed in song as quickly as possible. Scott Hull (Pig Destroyer, Anal Cunt, everything) is 16^th-noting like he’s systematically punching away at calculator keys, the drum machines are programmed at such a ridiculous speed its robotic nature is amplified, and the vocals…well, I believe there are four people behind them? It's like a Greek chorus of grindcore pain. Not sure which kingly saint to slap over politically-incorrect lyrics such as “you’re real gay about pussy” and “all I’m buying a bitch is a bag of shit to choke on.” (I’ll exclude bassist Richard Johnson, an old friend and pen pal from the grind scene, from being a culprit) Whatever the point may be, agoraphobic, claustrophobic, xenophobic, pentaphobic (to quote Lucy Van Pelt), Frozen Corpse is scared of everything and addresses everything by playing everything. And, as a doctrine to the altered states of America (more on that later, if you have the right tray in your CD player), it’s a brilliant record, a tortured newscaster turned apocalyptic prophet not unlike Peter Finch in Network (weird film parallel). But sadly, the riffs ain’t there, and it’s more concept than album. ANB proves to be Scott’s drug addicted infant, and Pig Destroyer remains his honor-role child. Too many Holy Mountain (movie, not Sleep album) samples. Too many samples, period.